‘The point is, I might be able to find something out about Laurence’s life.’‘Of course,’ said Libby, ‘but you can’t deny you’re just a little bit excited about Connell.’‘I know,’ said Fran. ‘Isn’t it awful?’Libby looked concerned. ‘I knew that’s how you were feeling,’ she said. ‘I feel a bit like it myself. Ghoulish. Almost like slowing down on a motorway to look at an accident.’Fran shuddered. ‘I can’t do that. I have to look the other way.’‘Difficult when you’re driving.’‘It’s all bloody difficult,’ said Fran. ‘Come on, madam director, what are we doing tonight?’The rehearsal of act two went slightly better than the previous night’s act one, and Libby called a halt just before ten o’clock.‘I’ll give the pub a miss tonight if you don’t mind, Lib,’ said Fran. ‘I’ve got a heavy two days in front of me.’‘Don’t forget you don’t need to be at rehearsal tomorrow,’ Libby reminded her. ‘It’s chorus and dancers only.’‘Oh, bother,’ said Fran.
