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Dramatic music played, lights swirled, and then fell to a flattering shimmer around her. For her part, Donna Lee Handy sat unmoving, the hint of a sarcastic smile on her face, as if she hadn’t had a hand in all the effects around her. As pictures of the Rusas faded in and out on the screen, she gave a slight nod now and again, but stayed silent as a soft, mournful song by an indie jazz artist played. When it was over, Donna leaned back and put on...
Published on October 04, 2015 07:00