Chapter 8
“Shakespeare?” Drake made the Bard himself sound dubious.
“Not what you imagined me doing, or do you think I’m incapable?”
“Both.”
“Charming.”
For the first time that morning, Drake’s lips twitched, as if he’d experienced a flash of amusement. “I should say neither. It just seems like a drastic change of pace.”
Gary had the chance of a part in a film—not a major role, but a decent one—and the project was due to begin at the end of the year. He had a couple of weeks to decide, but he’d also received the offer of a run with the Royal Shakespeare Company. He couldn’t do both. He’d not told anyone except those who had to know, and he certainly shouldn’t have told Drake. Still, it hardly mattered when Gary knew which he was leaning toward taking.
His future employment wasn’t so
