Sundays With Ingrid
“Imagine,” said Jill Rubino, “that you’re walking through a dark dark forest. We’ve got a lot of good stuff left over from Macbeth – “ a disastrous production from the year before Ingrid joined the Prescott Players, Meredith O’Malley’s Out-Damned-Spot speech ending in a fit of giggles that people still talked about – “and I know Mr. Rubino will come up with scary lighting effects.”
Ingrid and Brucie walked across the stage.
“Brucie?” said Jill. “Is that you whistling?”
He nodded vigorously, kept whistling.
“And your thinking?”
“Whistling in the dark,” said Brucie. “Ever heard that expression?”
“I have,” said Jill. “But wasn’t that Yankee Doodle Dandy?”
“I’m not sure Yankee Doodle Dandy fits the mood,” said Jill. “Silence, building tension – that’s what we’re about in this scene.”
“But – “
In a very low voice, Ingrid, stealing a line from Mr. Sidney, said, “Zip it.”
Brucie’s eyes widened. He zipped it. The rehearsal went smoothly after that. Ingrid lost herself totally in Gretel’s fear. Today, for some reason, she could do fear effortlessly.
On the way out, Jill said, “You were great today.”
Ingrid felt herself beaming.
Jill put her hand on Ingrid’s shoulder. “Holding up okay?”
Ingrid nodded. Jill was about to say something else when Brucie sidled up.
“Got a question, Bruce?”
“Yeah,” said Brucie. “Who’s your agent?”
Jill turned a little pink. “Why do you ask?”
“Thought maybe it was time.”
“For me to get one, too.”
“I’ll tell you when,” said Jill.
From Into the Dark.
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