Dora was forty eight and a half years old. She was born and raised in Paris, but her father was Hispanic, so her name was Dora. She could speak French fluently and loved Paris. She was laid off from her job as janitor of the opera house when she was eighteen and moved to New York to work for MacEntire News.
She never thought that she'd hear the name Christine Daae again after she moved.
"Chris-Christine Daee?" Dora squeaked.
"Yes, why?" Christy said.
"It's nothing." Dora said, but she couldn't help remembering her great grandmother: Madame Giry.
"When do we leave for Den, Dora?" Randy asked.
"Tomorrow." Dora said.
"What? Dora, we have to have time before we leave for two months to a deserted pioneer town." Randy snapped.
"It's only ten forty am. Go home now and begin packing. The driver will be at your front door by eleven tomorrow, maybe a little before."
Christy went home right away, but Randy wanted to help his friend Smith with some of his camera issues.
She walked home to her apartment in Times Square. She bought the expensive, small apartment just so she could be across from a lot of the Broadway shows. She saw one every two weeks. She had actually seen one last night, Sunday. She had seen Chicago. It was her new favorite, besides Evita, which she had seen two months ago. Her new dream role was Roxie in in it.
She climbed up to the apartment and flopped on her bed. There were so many questions running through her head.
Why do we have to go to Den for two months?
Why was really Mr. MacEntire fired?
Why does Dora know about my mother and Christine Daee?
What IS the big deal with Christine Daee?
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The Den Spirit
HorrorChristy Dean is a reporter in New York City. She is sent on a work trip to abandoned Den, Minnesota, that used to be a boomtown in the 1800s. Christy, the janitor of the broadcasting station, Dora, and the camera man/finance, Randy, are the only hum...
