Sunday, October 22, 2006
New Beginning 145
Three witches floated through my bedroom wall on Wednesday morning. “Ouch—look out,” I said, as Leonora’s long robes swept across the top of my dresser, knocking over my lotion and deodorant and crucibles, her knee bumping my shoulder. Niad came close behind her; at least she managed to arrive without breaking anything. Sirianna followed about a half a minute later, stamping her feet and shaking her head as if she had a bloodworm in her ear. She landed unsteadily on the floor beside my bed, then reached back and tried to pull the rest of her hair in. It cooperated, eventually.
I waited for them to gather themselves and tell me why in the name of the Blessed Mother they had chosen this moment to drop in. And I hoped they would get to it quickly. If they stayed more than a few minutes, I’d be late for work again.
"It isn't working," Sirianna said.
"It's only Wednesday," I told her. "Give him until the end of the week."
Leonora scowled. "It won't make any difference. We called him Thane of Glamis, Thane of Cawdor. We told him he's gonna be king. He just--"
"I don't have time for this; I'm due on the set. Improvise."
"But there's a problem," Niad said.
I glared at them. "What is it?"
"He's read the script, Mr. Branagh! He knows how it ends. He keeps telling us to bugger off."
"Enough," I said. "Tell Mr. Crowe either he plays the part as it's written, or I'll replace him with a CGI version of myself."
Opening: Shannon Page.....Continuation: j.h. woodyatt
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