Sundays With Ingrid
“I understand,” said Dr. Vishevsky, “that you’re into acting.”
Ingrid gazed at him. He had soft brown eyes, like a puppy. Ingrid wouldn’t have dreamed of kicking a puppy, but kicking Dr. Vishevsky came to mind immediately. “Yeah,” she said, “I like acting.”
“Are you in a play now?”
“We’re rehearsing a scene from The Wizard of Oz for The Xmas Revue.”
“And your role?”
“Ah.” Dr. Vishevsky jotted something on a notepad. “The main character, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Meaning you’re not sure?”
“The Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow are important too.”
“Would you prefer to be playing one of them?” asked Dr. Vishevsky.
Ingrid thought about that. All those parts probably started with body movement—stiff for the Tin Man, floppy for the Scarecrow, catlike but in a timid way for the Cowardly Lion—and she wasn’t too good with that. “No,” she said.
Dr. Vishevsky made another note. “What do you like most about acting?” he said.
Ingrid shrugged. “It’s fun.”
“What makes it fun for you?”
“I don’t know,” Ingrid said. And she didn’t really want to know. Was it a rule you had to understand what made something fun?
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