Beattie looked down into her bag and said, “You think she’s a little excited.”
When I looked down at our hamster, I was pretty sure he rolled his eyes.
With a late-night email sent to Uncle Fitz and the book stowed carefully in our room’s safe, Beattie and I decided to go out and enjoy a bit of the Edinburgh nightlife. Let me be clear, though—we were not going out clubbing. Instead, we decided to take in The Scottish Play at a local theater. The show started in a half-hour, and because we bought tickets at the last minute, we got great seats at a discounted price.
Macbeth wasn’t my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays— As You Like It and The Taming of the Shrew tied for that title—but it was hard to pass up seeing it in its original setting. That setting, however, took on an unexpected feel
