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Show CHRYSALIS pAGE 22_ "Oh, God, yes." She drops onto the sofa beside me. "Would you believe I quit another show?" "You quit! Why?" "I was tired of it all. I couldn't stand the adolescent director - he was young enough for pimples! He had us holding hands, walking around in the dark, jumping off tables into each other's arms. 'Learn to trust each other,' he said. 'Be a team!1 'I trust you,' I said, 'I'll be glad to be in your play, but I'll be damned if I'll play these ridiculous games! What does all this have to do with Albee?1" "So you quit." "I quit. What really gets me," Jenny says, "is that they didn't even beg me to stay." The pain is worse. It etches itself in concentric circles from the small of my back outward. I drop my glass. "Hey, are you okay?" Jenny says, scooping ice off the carpet, "I'm sorry. I'm tired," I say. "I think I need a little nap." "Go ahead," she says, fluffing a pillow and tucking it under my head. "We'll take care of the kids, and dinner." "I'll just rest a minute -" I lie quietly on my back and close my eyes. |