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Chapter 17
Butwhenhecamebackstagethatnightitwastoodifficulttocontainhisjoyanylonger.
"You’reaprawn,"shesaidindisgust.
"It’swhatIwant."
"Idiot."
"Callingmenameswon’tchangeathing,Jus."
"DoyouthinkIdon’tknowthat?Itaffordsmealittlemuch-neededemotionalrelease,that’sall."
"Ishouldthinkyou’dgetenoughonthestage,playingElectra.You’rereallygood,Jus."
"AfterthisnewsI’llbebetter,"shesaidgrimly."AreyougoingtoSaintPat’s?"
"No.I’mgoingtoRome,toCardinaldeBricassart.Mumarrangedit."
"Dane,no!It’ssofaraway!"
"Well,whydon’tyoucome,too,atleasttoEngland?Withyourbackgroundandabilityyououghttobeabletogetaplacesomewherewithouttoomuchtrouble."
ShewassittingatamirrorwipingoffElectra’spaint,stillinElectra’srobes;ringedwithheavyblackarabesques,herstrangeeyesseemedevenstranger.Shenoddedslowly."Yes,Icould,couldn’tI?"sheaskedthoughtfully."It’smorethantimeIdid…Australia’sgettingabittoosmall…Right,mate!You’reon!Englanditis!"
"Super!Justthink!Igetholidays,youknow,onealwaysdoesintheseminary,asifitwasauniversity.Wecanplantotakethemtogether,triparoundEuropeabit,comehometoDrogheda.Oh,Jus,I’vethoughtitallout!Havingyounotfarawaymakesitperfect."
Shebeamed."Itdoes,doesn’tit?Lifewouldn’tbethesameifIcouldn’ttalktoyou."
"That’swhatIwasafraidyouweregoingtosay."Hegrinned.
