The dream was a nightmare. The look was one, I think of re-evaluation. Of appreciation. And also, there was an odd kind of interest there. A kind of interest that disturbed me in troubling ways. Most troubling, I think, because I liked being disturbed. I liked it a lot. It filled me with a bouyant feeling, that somehow felt grounding as well. After that look I felt like a great big balloon, flying with the eagles, darting amongst the clouds, but held down by an anchor. What with my new dress, my light attitude and all, even came up to me at rehearsal to compliment me. “You’re looking very nice lately. And I like the skirt today, Rebecca. And by the way — stop making us all look bad. The acting is pretty darned good!” “I went to a lot of plays in England, and took a drama class there,” I said demurely. “I think it’s all coming back to me.
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