You Think You Know Her

She stared down into the lobby, all color drained from her face.

“What is it?”

She shook her head, sipped the last of her chardonnay from the plastic cup.

“Nothing,” she smiled. “Let’s go back. Second act will be starting soon.”

I felt her tension all through the second act.  She seemed to be looking around while pretending she wasn’t.

“Are you all right?” I whispered.

The woman behind us said “Shhhhhh!”

She gave my hand a squeeze.

She was standing the moment the lights came up, moving toward the aisle, excusing herself.

I watched her disappear into the lobby.


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