thin and rumpled…looking。 A little glass crack pipe lay on his chest。
Lucky Vanessa had found it on the street in Williamsburg that
weekend。 It was the perfect prop for her sexily damaged prince。
“I’m going to read Natasha’s lines。 Watch carefully；” she told
Marjorie。 “Okay Dan； let’s go。”
“Haven’t you been asleep？” Vanessa…as…Natasha said； peering at
Dan…as…Prince Andrei。
“No； I have been looking at you for a long time。 I knew by instinct
that you were here。 No one except you gives me such a sense of
gentle restfulness 。 。 。 such light！ I feel like weeping from very joy；”
Dan…as…Prince Andrei said quietly。
Vanessa knelt at his head； her face radiant with solemn delight。
“Natasha； I love you too dearly！ More than all the world！” Dan
gasped； trying to sit up and then sinking back on the bench as if in
pain。
He said he loved her！ Vanessa grabbed his hand； her face flushed
red at the thrill of it。 She was pletely caught up in the moment。
Then she remembered herself； let go of Dan’s hand； and stood up。
“Now your turn；” she told Marjorie。
“ ’Kay；” Marjorie said； chewing her gum with her mouth open。 She
pulled the scrunchy out of her wiry red hair and fluffed it up with
her hand。 Then she knelt down by Dan’s bench and held up the
script。 “Ready？” she asked him。
Dan nodded。
“Haven’t you been asleep？” Marjorie said； batting her eyes
flirtatiously and cracking her gum。
Dan closed his eyes and said his line。 He could get through this
without laughing if he kept his eyes closed。
Halfway through the scene； Marjorie put on a fake Russian accent。 It
was unbelievably bad。
Va