Well, I must say, Friday's small rehearsal was a lot less rambunctious than the previous ones. Which was certainly a relief; I don't always know my spells are going to go off as planned, and I am out of practice. But it seems to have worked, peace reigned in the auditorium, and I feel much more positive about our production being a success. Thank
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"Hey, Heather. How's it going?" I really haven't seen her since me and Avasa got done working on the balcony for the play.
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The bartender stops in front of me and I order a rum and coke, then turn my attention back to Stefan. "Are you here...alone?" I glance around--not a sign of Taffy anywhere.
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I take another gulp from my glass. I'm gonna need another one pretty soon.
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"Oh good, two for one!" I say. "I haven't had time to drop in on her at school lately. The play's still running me ragged, for the most part." I smile and pick up my drink when the bartender sets it down. "How's the construction coming along?"
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"Work gives me too much time to think," I tell her. "Not much mental effort involved."
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I twist my glass, making damp rings on the napkin it's sitting on. "Want to switch for a week? I can swing a hammer pretty well."
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I finish my beer and signal for another one. Somebody's gonna have to roll me home.
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I pick up the phone. "I dunno, I may get rid of it anyway. Not like anyone ever calls me on it."
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I turn to Taffy, wondering how on earth she's managed to attach herself to all the attractive men in town. "Hi, Taffy. Congrats on the successful dispossession. And you don't need to be all strange about it, I've had run-ins with ghosts before. In fact, I thought we had one in the auditorium a few weeks ago, but it hasn't made a reappearance."
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Then I give Stefan an unmistakeably flirty look. "Well, if her spell works, I don't have the jealous boyfriend issue."
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I smirk at Heather, having no idea what's gonna come out of my mouth. More than likely somethin' that's gonna embarrass the hell out of me when I'm sober. "Uh-uh, none of that," I tell her, shaking a finger at her. "Women are evil. All of ya. It's in your genes or somethin'. I'm convinced."
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