During intermission she flew to her dressing room's private bathroom and threw up. While she was freshening up she heard the door open and close and when she opened the bathroom door Charles was standing there.
"You kissed him."
"It was part of the show," she said, feeling weary. "I'm an actress."
"You kissed him before the show."
"Again, because we were supposed to create a little buzz. I told you about this." She sat down.
"Who's hiding in there?"
"What? No one."
Charles opened the door to the bathroom. "Whew. That stinks. You are sick."
She put her face in her hands.
"Cecily, you're making me crazy."
"I'm making you crazy? You're the one accusing me of hiding men in my bathroom."
"Why do I hear three heartbeats in here, then?"
"Because I'm--wait, did you say three?"
"Oh, goddess," she said, putting her head in her arms. "Oh, goddess, what have I ever done to you?"
"I must be paying for what I did in a previous life. That has to be it," she said. A bell chimed. "I'm sorry, Charles, I have to go on. We'll talk later." She checked her makeup and stood up, feeling lightheaded. "I could really use your support right now." She felt on the verge of tears.
"You're great, Baby. Don't ever doubt it." He looked more than a little stunned, as if what she'd been saying was starting to sink in, but he managed to smile at her. "Knock 'em dead."
"Thank you, Charles. Now, if you'll excuse me, the show must go on."
"Twins?" he asked, touching her arm.
"'Fraid so," she said. "We'll talk."
"You can count on that," he agreed, but let her go.Next Chapter