I just liked this one, and thought I’d reblog it for one and all.
“He is so thoroughly mean and evil,” she said.
“Yes, he is.” After some more observing, he smiled, and added: “I like him.’
“So do I.”
They were enjoying the musical very, very much, and the male lead had the audience in his hands. William was dancing while dangling from the the main support beam; Hannah maintained her form, as she was in her best gown for opening night, and stood swaying from the flies. In shadow, they stayed out of the way of the stage crew, as they had done ever since they found the playhouse, soon after it was built in 1931.
Feeding gently on the various thespians and crew over the years kept them both sated and happy; never a death, never anything more than a slight “case of the vapors” (so long ago), or a need, now, for extra vitamins and “recreational” medicines. This was bliss…
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