Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
Everyone had geared up for the play, those legends who were not acting in the play sat and watched it on the sidelines.
Quinn walked onto the stage to open the play, intoxicated as she had been when she was younger by acting.
"Ah! if only they had been invited to a Bacchic reveling, or a feast of Pan or Aphrodite or Genetyllis, why! the streets would have been impassable for the thronging tambourines! Now there's never a woman here — ah! except my neighbor Cleonice, whom I see approaching yonder. . . . Good day, Cleonice."
Wally awkwardly walked onto the stage, glaring daggers at Quinn.
Dude you're supposed to be my friend not enemy!
He glanced at the crowd who waited for his Cleonice to speak.
He sighed.
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"Good day, Lysistrata; but pray, why this dark, forbidding face, my dear? Believe me, you don't look a bit pretty with those black lowering brows."
Quinn deeply in her character placed the palm of her hand to her forehead in a dramatic gesture.
"Oh, Cleonice, my heart is on fire; I blush for our sex. Men will have it we are tricky and sly. . . ."
Wally rolled his eyes. She is enjoying this too much.
"And they are quite right, upon my word!" Wally answered.
The audience laughed as though they were the funniest words to be spoken.
Nate, Ray, and Mick looked around them puzzled.
"What's so funny?" Mick shrugged.
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" I think that I guess. " Ray answered pointing to the stage.
"Yet, look you, when the women are summoned to meet for a matter of the greatest importance, they lie in bed instead of coming." Quinn sighed her face the very picture of having the whole world on her shoulders.
Mick chucked. "I like the sound of Greek women."
"Oh! they will come, my dear; but it's not easy, you know, for women to leave the house. One is busy pottering about her husband; another is getting the servant up; a third is putting her child asleep or washing the brat or feeding it." Wally said thoughtfully.
