Ellamarie hadn’t known at first, but Bob had fallen in love with her almost the first time he had laid eyes on her. He had no ready explanation for the strength and immediacy of his feelings. Of course, Ellamarie was a beautiful woman, but as a director he spent a great deal of time with beautiful women. For some reason she held an attraction for him that he had never felt for anyone else. He was as surprised by his feelings as he was mystified, but try as he might, he could not deny them. In all the years of his marriage he had never strayed, had never felt the need or the inclination. He was comfortable with his wife, and happy too, and coupled with the excitement and drive of his work, he had always assumed his life to be fulfilled. But from the moment that Ellamarie Goold had walked into his life, all that had changed. He was sitting in the old Church Hall where the rehearsals for Twelfth Night were entering their second week, watching Ellamarie make her entrance with ‘Feste’.
