Autumn Reunion
On the last night came the greatest surprise of all. Shakespeare wrote his Epilogue for the heroine to speak, and in Shakespeare's time the boy actor would doubtlessly have doffed his wig to reveal the urchin beneath and speak the cheeky lines: "If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me..." - words more than likely to excite ribald comments from the groundlings.
But this Rosalind changed without warning and without the slightest embarrassment to "As I am a woman, I would kiss..."
And incredibly, the words sounded absolutely right coming from him in his character as the woman Rosalind...
For September, the sun was now quite strong, and as she sat musing on her last production, the old lady began to doze. She awoke with a start at the chime of a distant church bell, she counted eleven strokes and then she heard the sound of a car on the gravel in front of the entrance to the nursing home.
A few moments later there was the sound of footsteps behind her, and the voice of a nurse calling out cheerily "Here's your visitor".
She turned in her chair to see a tall young woman approaching, bearing in her arms an enormous bouquet of flowers. She was wearing a navy blue pencil-slim skirt and open matching jacket. Firm pointed breasts were concealed behind a white cotton blouse open at the throat to reveal a thin gold cross and chain.
Her long, shapely legs were encased in sheer nylon stockings and she wore navy high-heeled shoes. Her hair was tied back into a tight bun wrapped in a chiffon scarf at the back of her head, and her lips were parted in a smile as she approached.
"How lovely to see you again after all these years. I hope you remember who I am?"
"Of course I do," the old lady replied. "In fact, I was just thinking about you. How are you, my dear, darling Rosalind?"
The End
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