Evening at The Theatre
'What an awful performance', she thought disapprovingly. It seemed
lately that they were unable to procure any kind of decent
entertainment. Everyone was in to 'performance art' these days;
strange plays about dancing cats or talking lions.
Didn't anyone just do Shakespeare anymore?
Why, back when she was young, the elegant theatre would have to turn
away patrons because of the popularity of its weekly bill. Now, it
was only faithful patrons like herself who continued to come every
week. And even she was growing weary of it all.
Sighing, she rose and looked idly down at the stage. It was
intermission now, but the next act was due to start any minute.
Then she would be back sitting on the ornate chair once more,
pretending for anyone who looked that she was enjoying herself.
The truth was that she could easily stay on the small bench in the
back of the private box. She'd get as much out of the evening as
she would back up front where she could see the performance.
'Oh, to heck with it,' Phoebe muttered and turned back to relax on
the plush leather bench. Sitting heavily, she decided to just let
her mind wander until the performance was over.
Idly, she looked around at the decor of her box. She'd been here
many times before but never paid much attention to its details. As
she took in her surroundings, she noticed a very stylish woman's shoe
in the box next door. The raised partition did not allow for much
observation, but she note that whoever the woman was, she had a very
Phoebe nodded approvingly. Why, if not for the stiletto heel of the
shoe, she would have tapped on the partition and inquired about them
for herself. But of course, no proper woman would wear such daring
shoes to a theatre performance.
As she wondered about the shoe's owner, Phoebe heard what sounded
like a low moan. Motionless, she strained her ears to hear.
Yes, that was a moan she heard. Oh dear, was someone ill?
A muffled male voice whispered something and the sound ceased.
Phoebe hoped that no one had received bad news, because the moan
she'd detected was one of agony it seemed.
Totally distracted from the performance onstage, Phoebe tuned out all
but the sounds from the neighboring box. Frozen, she sat and
listened, but the box was silent.
Shrugging her shoulders, she began to turn away when she noticed the
stylish shoe begin to move. Since she could only see the shoes, it
seemed to Phoebe as though they had a life of their own.
As she watched, the one shoe she could see was joined by its mate.
And they were pointed toward her. That was curious.
Phoebe became even more curious as the distance between them widened.
The only reason that would happen is if the person wearing them was
standing with their legs spread.
All manner of coherent thought left the older woman as she watched a
pair of expensive black leather shoes come to rest directly in the
middle of the two pumps.
Her thought was confirmed when two sets of finely shaped fingers
appeared over the top of the partition. They gripped the partition
so fiercely that all color had left them.
"Ohhh..." came the woman's deep sigh.
Phoebe's mouth hung open. Sliding closer, she leaned her ear toward
"Yesss," the woman continued to moan in rhythm to her male
companion's guttural utterances.
Her pulse racing, Phoebe listened raptly. The sounds from next door
began to increase in urgency, and she was forced to wipe beads of
sweat from her neck and forehead.
Just when she thought her heart would stop from all the tension, the
woman gave a soft,choked cry. Looking up, she saw the fingers slide
from the partition.
Phoebe swallowed the lump that was in her throat and held her hand to
her chest. She was astonished, to say the least.
She became aware that the performance was ending. Grabbing her
purse, she moved back to the front of the private box, determined to
uncover the identity of the couple beside her.
And as the lights came up and people began to move about restlessly,
she moved quickly to the door and exited.
And looked directly into the face of Adam Chandler and his fiancee'
"Good Evening, Phoebe." Adam Chandler was his most charming. "I
hope you enjoyed the performance tonight."
Tongue-in-cheek, Phoebe Wallingford replied honestly, "I haven't
enjoyed anything quite so much in many years. Thank you."