I listened in the dark as she told me about the time she played Cassandra in a small town production of Troilus and Cressida. A roomful of men listened with arms crossed and “I gotta see this” faces. Then she tilted her head back and took the burning sword in her mouth, swallowing the blue flame like an easy cupcake.
She couldn’t see me, but I know she felt it: My incredible wonder that I was laying in bed with such beauty and power and courage.
