“Come on, you have to admit that casting Banquo as the Doctor’s companion worked pretty well,” I said purely to get a rise out of her.
“You think that one of the greatest roles in all theater—” She interrupted herself when she saw me grinning. “You’re just riling me up on purpose, aren’t you?”
I nodded vigorously. “Of course. It was a little jarring for me, too, and I’m not as much a fan of the bard as you are.” I still thought it was pretty fun, though it would serve no purpose to say that to Beattie.
On the walk home from the theater, we discussed what we were going to do for the next three days. Beattie had to get to her other acquisitions here in Scotland, and I needed to finalize the sale of the Sea Monster Chronicles to Adaire for the Library. I had lots of hopes for that sale—onl
