Sharlene, John, and Josie were at the breakfast table, eating scrambled eggs and bacon.

"It's good to have you home again while your apartment is being painted," Sharlene said

"Well," Josie said petulantly, "I'd rather be at a hotel."

"Don't be silly," John put in. "Why should you spend all that money, when we have plenty of room?"

"I'm a model, not a farm girl, remember?"

Sharlene sighed.

"I understand you're shooting a new SOFT'N'PLUMP PILLOWS commercial this afternoon," John said.

"That's right," Josie answered. "SOFT'N'PLUMP PILLOWS- so soft, so comfortable," she recited. "There's just one
thing I don't like about that commercial."

"What?" Sharlene asked.

"It doesn't matter, because I'm not going to do it."


That afternoon, Sharlene and Josie were at the studio where the SOFT 'N' PLUMP PILLOWS commercial was being taped. There
was a bed with a small table next to it. On the table were a lamp, a hairbrush, and a comb. Josie, dressed in floral pajamas, sat
on the bed. A pillow lay on the bed.

"I want to thank you for inviting me to this taping, Mr. Hamilton," Sharlene said.

"You're quite welcome, Mrs. Hudson."

"I'm just sorry," Sharlene said, "that Josie is being such a problem."

"Don't worry about it." Mr. Hamilton turned to Josie. "Now, Miss Watts, let's try that again."

"In my line of work," Josie said, I really need my beauty sleep. And that means I need my SOFT 'N' PLUMP PILLOW.
She lay down and placed her head the pillow. "SOFT 'N'PLUMP PILLOWS- so soft, so comfortable."

A few seconds went by.

"Now, Miss Watts, that's not how this commercial ends," Mr. Hamilton said.

Josie sat up and answered, "As far as I'm concerned, it is. I absolutely will not snore. It would spoil my image."

"In that case," said Mr. Hamilton, "we'll just have to find somebody else... but who?" He looked at Sharlene.
"How about you? Would you like to be in a commercial?

"Yes," Shalene said thougtfully, "I think I could do it."

"You? You've got to be kidding!" Josie exclaimed.

"Well, why should they have to go to the trouble and expense of finding somebody else just because you are behaving
like a prima donna?

"Exactly," said Mr. Hamilton.

"This is ridiculous," Josie protested. "She can't do the commercial."

"I think she could, if she doesn't mind snoring," Mr. Hamilton said.

"I don't mind snoring," said Sharlene.

"Well, Mama," Josie answered sneering, "there are a lot of thing you don't mind doing that I'd be ashamed to"

Sharlene broke into Josie's speech. "All right! That does it!"
She sat on the bed, turned Josie over her knee, and reached for the hairbrush.

"Hey!" Josie yelled. "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"

"What I should have done a long time ago," Sharlene said.


The next morning, John, Sharlene, and Josie were at the table, eating French toast. Josie sat on a pillow.

"Sharlene, you make the best French toast in the world," John said.

"That's for sure," Josie agreed. She turned to Sharlene. "Mama, I want to apologize again for the way I behaved."

"Well," Sharlene answered, "I'm sure you learned your lesson."

"Boy, did I!"

"And they've made a slight change to the SOFT'N'PLUMP PILLOWS slogan.," Sharlene said.

"Oh? What is it?" John asked.

Josie rubbed the seat of her slacks and said with a grimace, "SOFT'N'PLUMP PILLOWS-so soft, so comfortable-

wherever you need them most."