cb.booksofblood-第29章
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though she hadn't slept all night。
〃Sorry I'm late；〃 she said； her open vowels oozing down the aisle towards the stage。
Galloway was in no mood for foot…kissing。
〃We've got an opening tomorrow；〃 he snapped； 〃and everybody's been kept waiting by you。〃
〃Oh really？〃 she fluttered； trying to be devastating。 It was too early in the morning； and the effect fell on stony ground。
〃OK； we're going from the top；〃 Galloway announced； 〃and everybody please have your copies and a pen。 I've got a list of cuts here and I want them rehearsed in by lunchtime。 Ryan； have you got the prompt copy？〃 There was a hurried exchange with the ASM and an apologetic negative from Ryan。
〃Well get it。 And I don't want any plaints from anyone； it's too late in the day。 Last night's run was a wake； not a performance。 The cues took forever； the business was ragged。 I'm going to cut； and it's not going to be very palatable。〃 It wasn't。 The plaints came； warning or no； the arguments； the promises； the sour faces and muttered insults。 Galloway would have rather been hanging by his toes from a trapeze than manoeuvring fourteen highly…strung people through a play two…thirds of them scarcely understood； and the other third couldn't give a monkey's about。 It was nerve…wracking。
It was made worse because all the time he had the prickly sense of being watched； though the auditorium was empty from Gods to front stalls。 Maybe Lichfield had a spy hole somewhere； he thought； then condemned the idea as the first signs of budding paranoia。
At last； lunch。
Galloway knew where he'd find Diane； and he was prepared for the scene he had to play with her。 Accusations； tears； reassurance； tears again； reconciliation。 Standard format。
He knocked on the Star's door。
〃Who is it？〃 Was she crying already； or talking through a glass of something forting。
〃It's me。〃
〃Oh。〃
〃Can I e in？〃
〃Yes。〃 She had a bottle of vodka； good vodka； and a glass。 No tears as yet。
〃I'm useless； aren't I？〃 she said； almost as soon as he'd closed the door。 Her eyes begged for contradiction。
〃Don't be silly；〃 he hedged。
〃I could never get the hang of Shakespeare；〃 she pouted； as though it were the Bard's fault。 〃All those bloody words。〃 The squall was on the horizon； he could see it mustering。
〃It's all right；〃 he lied； putting his arm around her。 〃You just need a little time。〃 Her face clouded。
〃We open tomorrow；〃 she said flatly。 The point was difficult to refute。
〃They'll tear me apart； won't they？〃 He wanted to say no； but his tongue had a fit of honesty。 〃Yes。 Unless…； 〃I'll never work again； will I？ Harry talked me into this； that damn half…witted Jew： good for my reputation； he said。 Bound to give me a bit more clout； he said。 What does he know？ Takes his ten bloody per cent and leaves me holding the baby。 I'm the one who looks the damn fool aren't I？〃 At the thought of looking a fool； the storm broke。 No light shower this： it was a cloudburst or nothing。 He did what he could； but it was difficult。 She was sobbing so loudly his pearls of wisdom were drowned out。 So he kissed her a little； as any decent director was bound to do； and （miracle upon miracle） that seemed to do the trick。 He applied the technique with a little more gusto； his hands straying to her breasts； ferreting under her blouse for her nipples and teasing them between thumb and forefinger。
It worked wonders。 There were hints of sun between the clouds now； she sniffed and unbuckled his belt； letting his heat dry out the last of the rain。 His fingers were finding the lacy edge of her panties； and she was sighing as he investigated her； gently but not too gently； insistent but never too insistent。 Somewhere along the line she knocked over the vodka bottle but neither of them cared to stop and right it； so it sloshed on to the floor off the edge of the table； counter pointing her instructions； his gasps。
Then the bloody door opened； and a draught blew up between them； cooling the point at issue。
Galloway almost turned round； then realized he was unbuckled； and stared instead into the mirror behind Diane to see the intruder's face。 It was Lichfield。 He was looking straight at Galloway； his face impassive。
〃I'm sorry； I should have knocked。〃 His voice was as smooth as whipped cream； betraying nary a tremor of embarrassment。 Galloway wedged himself away； buckled up his belt and turned to Lichfield； silently cursing his burning cheeks。
〃Yes。。 。 it would have been polite；〃 he said。
〃Again； my apologies。 I wanted a word with…〃 his eyes； so deep…set they were unfathomable； were on Diane 〃…your star；〃 he said。
Galloway could practically feel Diane's ego expand at the word。 The approach confounded him： had Lichfield undergone a volte…face？ Was he ing here； the repentant admirer； to kneel at the feet of greatness？
〃I would appreciate a word with the lady in private； if that were possible；〃 the mellow voice went on。
〃Well； we were just…〃
〃Of course；〃 Diane interrupted。 〃Just allow me a moment； would you？〃 She was immediately on top of the situation； tears forgotten。
〃I'll be just outside；〃 said Lichfield； already taking his leave。
Before he had closed the door behind him Diane was in front of the mirror； tissue…wrapped finger skirting her eye to divert a rivulet of mascara。
〃Well；〃 she was cooing； 〃how lovely to have a well…wisher。 Do you know who he is？〃
〃His name's Lichfield；〃 Galloway told her。 〃He used to be a trustee of the theatre。〃
〃Maybe he wants to offer me something。〃
〃I doubt it。〃
〃Oh don't be such a drag Terence；〃 she snarled。 〃You just can't bear to have anyone else get any attention； can you？〃
〃My mistake。〃 She peered at her eyes。
〃How do I look？〃 she asked。
〃Fine。〃
〃I'm sorry about before。〃
〃Before？〃
〃You know。〃
〃Oh。。。 yes。〃
〃I'll see you in the pub； eh？〃 He was summarily dismissed apparently； his function as lover or confidante no longer required。
In the chilly corridor outside the dressing room Lichfield was waiting patiently。 Though the lights were better here than on the ill…lit stage； and he was closer now than he'd been the night before； Galloway could still not quite make out the face under the wide brim。 There was something …what was the idea buzzing in his head？…something artificial about Lichfield's features。 The flesh of his face didn't move as interlocking system of muscle and tendon； it was too stiff； too pink； almost like scar…tissue。
〃She's not quite ready；〃 Galloway told him。
〃She's a lovely woman；〃 Lichfield purred。
〃Yes。〃
〃I don't blame you。。。〃
〃Um。〃
〃She's no actress though。〃
〃You're not going to interfere are you； Lichfield？ I won't let you。〃
〃Perish the thought。〃 The voyeuristic pleasure Lichfield had plainly taken in his embarrassment made Galloway less respectful than he'd been。
〃I won't have you upsetting her…〃
〃My interests are your interests； Terence。 All I want to do is see this production prosper； believe me。 Am I likely； under those circumstances； to alarm your Leading Lady？ I'll be as meek as a lamb； Terence。〃
〃Whatever you are；〃 came the testy reply； 〃you're no lamb。〃 The smile appeared again on Lichfield's face； the tissue round his mouth barely stretching to acmodate his expression。
Galloway retired to the pub with that predatory sickle of teeth fixed in his mind； anxious for no reason he could focus upon。
In the mirrored cell of her dressing…room Diane Duvall was just about ready to play her scene。
〃You may e in now； Mr Lichfield；〃 she announced。 He was in the doorway before the last syllable of his name had died on her lips。
〃Miss Duvall；〃 he bowed slightly in deference to her。 She smiled； so courteous。 〃Will you please forgive my blundering in earlier on？〃 She looked coy； it always melted men。
〃Mr Galloway…〃 she began。
〃A very insistent young man； I think。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Not above pressing his attentions on his Leading Lady； perhaps？〃 She frowned a little； a dancing pucker where the plucked arches of her brows converged。
〃I'm afraid so。〃
〃Most unprofessional of him；〃 Lichfield
