Avenging Angels by Mary Stanton

Avenging Angels by Mary Stanton

Author:Mary Stanton
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.


Eleven

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

—Coleridge, “Kubla Khan”

“Tech director?” Antonia said. “No! No! What about my audition?”

Bree put her head down on the kitchen table and sighed. “Let’s see. You’ve got to run before you can walk?”

“What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

“Just that everybody needs to pay dues. You can’t jump into starring roles at any theater company, much less one with the reputation of the Savannah Shakespeare Players, without having worked your way up from the . . .” Bree suddenly realized she had talked herself into a corner. She looked over at Sasha, who was sitting by his food bowl with an expectant face.

“. . . bottom,” Antonia finished, bitterly. “That’s where I am, and that’s where I’m doomed to stay. The bottom.”

“Sasha’s starving,” Bree said. “There’s some chicken and rice in the fridge. Why don’t you mix it with some of the Iams under the counter.”

“I don’t know why I have to do it,” Antonia grumbled. “Half the time he gets his food out of the bag himself.” She crouched next to the dog and cuddled his head. “You smart puppy, you.” She pulled the Iams bag out and shook some into Sasha’s blue plastic bowl. “What about those guys?” She nodded toward the living room. When they were in residence, Miles and Belli sat on each side of the fireplace like a pair of giant temple dogs.

“They’re back at the office,” Bree improvised. “Ron’s working late tonight, and he feels more comfortable with them around.” Actually, she wasn’t sure what had happened to Miles and Belli. When she’d left Tully’s house, they weren’t at their accustomed spot under her office window. Sasha didn’t seem to know where they were, either.

Antonia dumped the chicken and rice from the fridge into the dog food bowl, mixed the whole of it up with a spoon, and then sat down on the floor next to Sasha as he ate his dinner. “Tell me exactly what Anthony said,” she ordered. “From the top.”

“At the moment, he doesn’t have a spot in mind for you. He does need an assistant stage manager.”

“What plays are they staging this season?”

“I have no idea.”

“If he has no idea, then how come he knows he doesn’t have a role for me?”

“If,” Bree said, a dangerous note in her voice, “you don’t shut up about this right now, you are going to be really, really sorry. I said I had no idea about the plays and I don’t. The ball’s in your court. Call him up. Again. Ask to see him. Again. And tell him you’re willing to handle the tech part. Or don’t. I don’t care.”

The silence in the kitchen stretched on a bit. Antonia got to her feet and then sat across the table from Bree. “Sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s just so frustrating! No one will give me a chance!”

Bree sighed. “Now I’m the one that’s sorry. You’ve chosen a tough life for yourself, sister. I’m helping the best I can.



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