Anne Kingsbury
“Linda! I’m
so surprised to see you here. We keep
running into each other lately,” said Lorraine as they air-kissed each other’s
cheeks.
“Yes, I must be intuiting your whereabouts. I’ve always thought that I was a bit
psychotic,” said Linda fluffing up her faux fur wrap.
“More than most people I know. Did you enjoy the show?”
“Oh yes, very much.
I just love the theater. And
Shakespeare. “The Tempest” certainly
has its share of twists. But someone
with my background doesn’t have trouble following along. After all, I was a showgirl for years.”
“They don’t call you a ‘thes’pian for nothing!”
“Thanks! And
did you like it?”
“Oh yes, “ said Lorraine smoothing back her favorite
wig. “Stories based on magic are so
entertaining. There’s no end to the
possibilities for plot development.”
“Yes, and it sure can take the story in all sorts of
directions,” said Linda, wagging her finger in the air. “That smart Bill Shakespeare was some impertinent
thinker. Who would believe he didn’t go
past grammar school?”
“I do love a comedy,” said Lorraine. “I just love a good opportunity to laugh.”
“And it’s obvious you laugh a lot by those puckers
by your eyes and the smile corrugations alongside your mouth. It suits you,” said Linda.
“Oh, huh, mmm,” said Lorraine as she patted her face
with her fingertips.
“Too bad there was only one woman in the whole
play,” said Linda.
“The actress who played Miranda portrayed her as
such a sweet girl. She didn’t seem to
have much in the way of smarts though,” said Lorraine with an emphatic nod at
Linda.
“And Ariel, Prospero’s familiar spirit just
fascinated me. I’m a maniac for nymphs.”
“I don’t doubt it. Who could blame you?” said
Lorraine with a laugh. “Did you notice
the little mistake they made on stage?”
“No, what?” asked Linda.
“The props manager goofed in the scene where
Ferdinand and Miranda are supposed to be playing chess. I could see that it was a set of checkers.”
“Oh, a little malapropism never hurt anybody!”
(351 words)
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