A pause. Gerald had been her agent for nine years. He had watched her shrink from leading roles in mid-budget indies to supporting parts in smaller ones, from the kind of parts where your name appeared above the title to the kind where it appeared somewhere beneath the caterer's credit. He had never once said I told you so when she turned down the television pilots, the recurring roles, the network gigs that would have paid her mortgage and then some. He had simply kept sending her scripts and hoping she would eventually bend.