Free Can't Help Falling in Love by David W. Menefee, Carol Dunitz Page B

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change from working on industrial safety garments and grocery chains!”
        
Both Allison and Karen laughed. Allison continued, “I think there’ll be quite a
bit of work for you to do, Karen. I know I’ll need to use a lot of photographs,
but I also want to have wonderfully romantic illustrations in the ads. They’ll
capture the fantasy—the dream boy—every girl wants to have in love with her.
And who better to fulfill those fantasies than a handsome young man in his
twenties with a great big head of gorgeous hair and a voice that can make a
girl swoon—a devil in disguise as the angel Gabriel? Who knows? We may graduate
to working with the big Hollywood stars! Can you imagine? What if that
fourteen-year-old “irrepressible Ricky Nelson” grows up into a gorgeous
heartthrob who can sing? Or Paul Peterson from The Donna Reed Show ? Or Johnny Crawford
from Rifleman ? We might end up
working with them all!”
        
Karen felt the need to put a damper on her sister’s discourse. “Hold on,
Allison! It’s one-thirty in the morning, and you’ve already got the two of us
heading up MGM ! How about a good night’s sleep before
we have to get ready for our close-ups?”
        
“Don’t you want to know about what I’ve got planned for us?”
        
Karen stood up and yawned. “Sure I want to know, but I’ve got to get up much
earlier than you. Being the Queen of Hollywood will have to wait. Besides,
Cecil B. DeMille may not yet be ready to abdicate his
throne!”
       
“You’re right, of course. I guess I’ve let my enthusiasm get the better of me.
Still, we’ve got our first assignment, and everything begins with a dream,
doesn’t it?”
        
Karen yawned again. “That’s what Dr. Frankenstein said. Look what happened to
him.” She trudged sleepily to her room and shut the door most of the way, but
then opened it and peeked out. “I think your new man’s going to be good for
you, Allison. And when he sings, he sounds like Dean Martin, Little Richard, and
Pat Boone all rolled into one, plus a little something extra . . . that special
something that makes him unique. He might also be thinking the same thing about
you!” She winked and closed the door for good.
        
Allison folded up the magazines and tidied up the living room before going to
her room. I don’t want to think about him any more tonight. But
she’s right. He does have that special something. I’m going crazy over him
after having only just met him a day ago! On the other hand, this sudden turn
of events has spun my life into a more complicated and confusing merry-go-round
than it was before. At least I know where I stand with him. I just hope that
working so closely with him won’t push him away from me!
        
Suddenly, the telephone beside their sofa rang and Allison’s head shot up. Who
could be calling this time of night? A wrong number or a
crank call?  She picked up the
receiver.
        
“Allison?” The deep voice she already knew so intimately sounded even more
sublime when he said her name. She felt as if he had just strummed every string
in her heart.
        
“Oh! Hello!”
        
“I’m sorry to call you so late. I just wanted to tell you how much I liked
having supper with you today. I found your number in the phone book. Have you
looked out your window?”
        
Allison was confused. “No, I’ve been working with my sister all evening on some
ideas for you. I only just now decided to go to bed.”
         
“Look out your window. There’s something I want you to see.”
        
Allison was puzzled over what in the world could possibly be outside her window
that he knew about and wanted her to see. Fortunately, the cord on her
telephone was long enough to stretch the entire width of the room. She parted
the blinds and looked outside. “I don’t see anything.”
        
“Sure you do. Look up.”
      
  “There’s nothing but the