“So, tonight’s your last night?” Leo looks at me, and I look at my wineglass. I don’t know what my face is doing but he doesn’t need to see it. Arthur is silent. “Well, this is awkward,” he says. “I’ve been offered a job in town, co-director of Oliver Twist. I sort of promised Brenda I’d stay until opening night.” Bernadette squeals, and Arthur is still. “That’s three weeks away,” he says. “It is.” Leo fills both of our glasses. “Well, that’s nice of you,” I start. “I mean, you want to do that? Of course, you can stay.” I cannot be casual. I cannot find my normal voice. “Thank you. Now, what’s
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