“Do you know where your wife is?” the man across from me spoke into his cell phone.
I could hear my husband’s laughter from across the table.
I wore a long black robe that rustled about me as I strutted through the room, fluff from my feather boa leaving a trail. A sparkling tiara perched snugly atop my well-coiffed hairdo.
“Don’t be silly, Darling,” I bellowed in my best operatic voice. “Loretta Vox is not married. You of all people should know that, being my biggest fans.”
My friend physically paled, while his wife giggled.
They’d had no idea that I spent my weekends playing a multitude of bad characters with a local Murder Mystery troupe. Tonight was her office Christmas party. “Just don’t embarrass me,” he begged.
“Don’t be silly,” I cooed.
Loretta, of course, had other ideas.
This week’s focus has been ‘play’, a term that takes on many meanings, as evidenced by your posts. Thanks to all who participated.
See you tomorrow for a new challenge.
(Image from personal collection. There is no existing record of Loretta Vox, so you’ll have to settle for this dramatic photo of one of my grandchildren.)