Marie wasn’t sure what to do once Frederic left. She knew she needed to learn her lines, but she was reluctant to go into the theatre, where memories piled on top of each other, both courtesy of the ghost and of her own mind. She walked through the alley to the side street and looked along the deserted boulevard, quiet for this time of day, even on a Sunday morning. Typically there would be some traffic—church-goers who hadn’t given up their faith like their government had given up on them.
Then it hit her. She had walked outside without looking at the sky.
Marie stalked as quickly as her skirts would allow to the front of the church next door to the theatre. Between its yard and the theatre and townhouse’s front gardens, there was space enough to see in either direction, especially sinc
