Fool for Love by Gold Cassandra

Author:Gold, Cassandra [Gold, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: LGBT, Contemporary
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2013-08-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it.”

—Christopher Darlington Morley

On Saturday they went to a murder-mystery dinner theater. It was held in a historic mansion that had been built in the 1860s. Many of the family members who lived there had died mysteriously or killed themselves, giving the place the reputation of being haunted. The history of the building only made the place more intriguing in Rob’s mind.

Inside the mansion, Rob looked around at the period furnishings. “Wow. This place is really cool.”

Vince, who had already been to a dinner theater on several occasions, grinned. He didn’t make fun of Rob’s enthusiasm, though. He just said, “Very cool.”

The hostess smiled at them. “Hello, gentlemen. What name is your reservation under?”

Vince stepped up to her. “Vince Norton.”

She peered down at the reservation book in front of her. “Ah, here we are. You’ll be at table nine.” She handed them each an envelope. “Your roles and lines are inside. Enjoy your evening.”

Rob tore open his envelope, scanning the paper inside. “I’m Herbert Lewis, a millionaire who made my fortune in shady business deals.”

Vince opened his as well. “I’m Brock Ashton, a dimwitted athlete.”

Rob snickered. “Do you want to switch, Dr. Norton?”

Vince rolled his eyes. “Hush, you.”

Rob might have said something else, but they reached the dining room. The room had been divided into two seating areas, each able to seat about twenty people. The tables were all marked, so they found their table easily. A family of five was already seated at one end.

Vince nodded at them. “Hello.”

They all nodded or smiled back. The man at the head of the table wore a button with the words “Kiss me, it’s my birthday!” printed on it. Rob grinned at him. “Happy birthday.”

The man looked down at the button and sighed, and then he gave Rob a wry smile. “Thank you.”

Rob and Vince sat on one side of the table. A few minutes later, a couple in their early thirties took the seats across from them.

The woman smiled at them. “Hi. I’m Nina, aka Selena Lewis, and this is Rick, who didn’t want any lines.”

Vince raised an eyebrow. “Lewis? Wasn’t that your last name, Rob?”

Rob looked at his slip again. “Yeah, I’m Herbert Lewis. You must be my wife.” He fake-leered at Nina, who giggled.

“I don’t think I could be your trophy wife, honey. I’ve got at least ten years on you. You can be my trophy husband instead.”

They all laughed.

Before Rob could say anything else, waiters started bringing out food. The steak, vegetables, and baked potatoes were good, and conversation lagged while everyone ate. Rob used some of the time to skim over the small playbill they’d been given listing the names of the six actors and actresses who would move the mystery forward in between guests’ lines.

Right after the waiters cleared dessert, a delicious chocolate mousse, the mystery began. An actor in period dress ran in, crying out that Mr.

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