Sheila Connolly - Reunion With Death - Plot & Excerpts
At first, the cast at the large table at the head of the room had been enjoying a meal just like most of us, but at some point they started speaking more loudly and more clearly, and the rest of us slowly realized that something was happening and maybe we should pay attention. The general din in the room diminished but did not stop entirely, and I had to strain to understand what was being said. Our cohort of actors displayed a lot of enthusiasm but a rather uneven range of acting capabilities. As I understood it—in the absence of any sort of playbill or guide—the person in the middle, who had the fanciest outfit on, was the count of something or other (names were particularly hard to decipher); the dumpy lady to his right was his wife, and the woman on the other side was his daughter, who giggled and simpered a lot, even though she declared herself to be an accomplished scholar. The rest of the table, as near as I could figure out, was made up of guests and hangers-on, both male and female, who spoke up in turn to describe themselves and explain their presence.
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