Eva said incredulously, turning from the mirror to confront her antagonist. “You mean that the past is dead from the moment that time moves onward—unless it’s a story that you need to justify yourself!”“Is that such a bad idea?” Marko demanded. Jess knew that from the audience the pleading gesture of Sinclair’s right hand (that was blocked from her own sight) would be visible, signaling Marko’s underlying appeal for understanding and consent.“Not for thieves and criminals,” Eva retorted.“Are you so spotless yourself?” Marko demanded. “You love any pack of ragged foreigners better than your own flesh and blood. Your virtues are our shame, Eva!”“And what about my shame?” she cried, and dried on the rest of the line. Holding her position, she raised her voice: “Line?”From his place at the back of the theater Walter fed her the words. She repeated them, and then they all backed up and did the scene all over again.Damn! Another flub.All afternoon she’d had a feeling of being watched, not in the professional way she expected and needed from colleagues like Walter, but with an intensity that she felt like an electrical current stirring her hair.
