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She’d had enough of the stage, and the dancing and the late nights. She’d had enough of the people too, the liars and the back stabbers. She had a new purpose now. They’d win the war and Ben would come home to marry her, and then she’d be a lawyer’s wife. And a lawyer’s wife couldn’t be some dumb dancing girl from Long Island.
Sometime between the Follies and that night in 1971, Phyllis Rogers grew up.
- Part 2 of You're Gonna Love Tomorrow