you!â
âCan we wait a little bit?â I asked. âTo see if the actors come out? Iâd like to tell him how marvelous I thought his performance was.â
âI wouldnât even dream of leaving without meeting him,â she said, sounding amused.
Many of the rest of the audience members had the same idea, but the stands had almost emptied by the time the actors came ducking out from under the curtain. The heroine was instantly surrounded by a coterie of adoring young men; no wonder she had not seemed so moved by Edgarâs scripted professions of love. Even the older actors, who had played outrageous characters, had their share of supporters. I was willing to bet that all the young women who had lingered in the stands had done so with the sole purpose of expressing their admiration to Edgar . . . but none of them got a chance. He swept aside the curtain, vaulted over the edge of the stage, and hopped up the first two sets of steps. He came to a halt one row below us.
âEleda,â he said, taking my hand and bowing over it very low. He had not even seemed to hesitate for a moment before deciding if I was the correct twin. âIâm so happy youâre here tonight! What did you think of the play?â
âI thought it was very silly and very fun,â I said, laughing and pulling my hand away. âYou make the most convincing hero. I imagine you have quite a following in the towns you play at on a regular basis.â
âThat may be,â he said. âBut more and more I find myself wishing to play for a smaller and smaller audienceâthe same one every nightâand a most faithful audience at that.â
Adele laughed, reminding me of her existence. I said, âEdgar, let me introduce my sister, Adele, to you. She enjoyed the play, too.â
He bowed over her hand with as much flourish as heâd displayed to me, but he dropped her fingers instantly, whereas he had shown a disposition to cling to mine. âThank you so much for coming to my play with your sister,â he said.
Adele smiled. âThank you so much for the tickets. It was quite a treat.â
âI suppose you donât often get a chance to attend the theater and watch people make fools of themselves?â he asked.
She was smiling still. âOh, youâd be surprised at how often people can be found playing one role or another,â she said. âAnd not always on the formal stage.â
That made me raise my eyebrows, but Edgar didnât seem to notice the barb. âWhat was your very favorite part?â he said, directing the question at both of us.
âThe scene where the heroine hid the diary,â said the Safe-Keeper.
âThe scene where the villain was unmasked,â said the Truth-Teller.
He glanced between us, smiling again. âI donât think, for sisters, you are very much alike,â he said.
âBut we are closer than most people realize,â Adele said.
âWill you be able to come back sometime in the next three weeks?â Edgar asked. âWe have two more plays in our repertoire even before we open Killed by a Kiss . You could come see them all.â
I wanted to, of course. But it would not be such an easy thing to do. âOhâI donât know,â I said. âThereâs so much to do to prepare for Summermoon! Itâs a very rare night our parents can spare both of us together.â
âThen come by yourself,â Edgar said.
I laughed. âI donât think thatâs likely to happen.â
âIâll give you passes,â he pressed. âGood for any night. Come whenever you like.â
âWeâll see,â I said.
I could have stood there for hours listening to him beg for my attendance, but just then a man swept the curtain back and called out. âEdgar! Someone back here looking for you! Says itâs important.â
Edgar spread his hands dramatically as if conceding
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