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Copyright – Sandra Crook
“Stage left, Nellie. Left,” the director slammed his clipboard.
Nellie knocked into a dancer, whose face soured on impact.
“I was trying to avoid the cat who wandered on stage? Didn’t you see?”
“I don’t care if your grandmother walks on stage, you keep going.”
She heard laughing and observed a man in loose, dark clothing sitting at the top of the theater. He hummed to himself while the cat climbed the stairs to sit on his lap.
While Nellie performed, his shadowy presence emerged in the audience or waltzed by her side on stage, and a calmness washed over her.