Chapter Seventeen
Marjorie and Christine caught up with Andrea as she was about to enter the cafeteria. “We're taking you to dinner theatre tonight!” Marjorie said.
“Our treat!” Christine added.
“That couple again? Without the surprise, it wouldn’t be the same.”
“Something different.”
***
The curtain parted. A man with a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard and intense blue eyes stood wearing a tuxedo and top hat. The stage was bare except for a small red settee.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” His voice was polished. “How many of you in the audience believe in the power of hypnosis? Raise your arm.”
In college, a boy who was majoring in psychology had tried to hypnotize Andrea. She had let him believe he was succeeding, but when he told her she was unable to move her arm, sh
