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I'm Sorry... for Being a Communist?

“Pam, what’s going on?” Henry cried out, wiping trickles of perspiration in between the creases of his brow. His checkered shirt was already stain with sweat from the walk to work, and gum clung to the sole of his shoe. But Henry knew that once his movie hit the big screens, he’d be dressed to the nines, driving a pale blue Cadillac.

“I can’t talk to you right now,” Pamela replied evasively, and briskly paced to the door.

“Pam! Where is Mr Jefferts? I need to consult the author before we leave for South America to film.”

“Oh Henry, there isn’t going to be a movie. You’re accused by the HUAC.”

The House of Un-American Activities Committee? What for?”

“Communist themes.”

“In my film? But its about the Incas…”

“Now that we’re talking about this, I have to tell you something.”

“How could anything be worse? All my hopes….”

“I think we should see other people.”

“Wait; what? Why?”

“Maybe when you apologise in court… Well, we’ll see.”

“But I’m not-”

“Whatever Henry. Call me when you’re cleared.”

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