I almost hang up, but then say fast, “It’s Beth, Ben. I’ll call back.”I pack my pistol into my bag and make reservations at an Italian place Jeremy likes. Then I work on my new plan. It’s like making up a story. First you get the general idea. Then you embroider, working the details. You search for the tragedy and irony. If you’re lucky, you’re surprised by unexpected twists and a satisfying ending.Kat taught me Shakespeare when I was at Ben’s. She’d been with Ben the longest, and was almost twenty-five when I first came. Ben didn’t usually have players that old, but Kat was different. I guess she spent a year in college somewhere. That seemed weird. She kept a whole collection of Shakespeare on a shelf.Sigh no more, I’d say to her.We’d hang our heads and lie back on her bed. Sigh no more. I got a real appetite for Bill, or B.S., as we called him. We even acted out some of the plays. I practically knew Romeo and Julie by heart. But for me, nothing could be better than The Tempest.
