When last seen, as in last week, the phone rang disturbing Becca’s peaceful homecoming moment.
When she heard a voice say Becca, her heart beat faster in recognition; Randall Sloan, the powerful director she’d worked with many times in the old days when he was called Randy apropos of his philandering days.
“Becca, love, I’ve written a new play perfect for you; the FAX is on the way.”
Fingers crossed, she said, “Don’t tell me my character is the faithful companion or the housekeeper.”
His voice deepened to a sexy growl; “You are the lead, Titled Honor Thy Mother, Please,” a poignant comedy, small cast.”
“The lead, oh, oh, oh what’s the part,” and she danced naked on the patio ready to sing and carry on. “You know me, Randy, tell me something, anything.”
“Oh, all right; she’s a lonely widow who lets her daughter and son-in-law move in with her and they abuse the privilege so she goes to a bar and meets a man but just one thing. Are you still in good shape?” “Why do you ask?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Your costume in part of Act one is a towel.”
“I’ve kept in shape, thank you;” as she raced to the FAX to watch pages of a new script drop into the tray to change her life.
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The short story is one of three fun stories titled: The Beginning . . .Not the End
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Stories of Women Who Survive…and Thrive
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