Chapter 15: MargareathaMargareatha was seated at her desk in the upper room of the Player's Palace. The previous night's receipts and orders for the coming week were spread out at the side of the open ledger. To her right sat a small tumbler of brandy and a cut glass bowl for her cigarillo. The open window let in the street noise of horses, wagons, and men from below. The light breeze that stirred the lace curtains at the window gave an illusion of air moving around the room.
Her red curls tumbled down her back. She'd swept the front hair up and back in a higher wave than what was considered stylish for now, but her hair was too curly to part in the front and smooth down in a bun. She'd used a deep green, velvet ribbon to outline the mass of curls and hold them up from her neck. She'd cho
