Chapter 13
Lisa walked up to me at the next cocktail party.
“Haven’t you been making a splash?” she began. She shook her head. “You certainly make me wish I was a cello.”
“Well…” I mumbled.
Lisa laughed. “No one’s made an entrance like that in years! Gloria Swanson would have been jealous. I’m surprised there’s not a line waiting for you.”
“Please, Lisa, I’m not used to this. I’m just the woman who sits in the center of the string section.”
“I think the center of the string section is going to be bathed in spotlights.”
“That’s nice of you to say, but now I’ll never get a serious audition.”
“Milk it, Sweetheart. With a body like yours, you could have anything you wanted.”
“I have everything I want.”
She stopped and thought for a moment. “Can I show you the rest of this ship?”
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