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Cleo walked over to the open kitchen. She was exhausted and knew she’d better drink some water soon. But first she wanted to get Dirk the ice. Quickly she opened drawers till she found a plastic bag. After she filled it, she grabbed a towel from the bathroom and hurried over to the couch. Dirk’s foot was up on the coffee table. His head was back.

“I’m not much of a nurse,” Cleo said.

Dirk leaned forward. “Thank you, Connie,” he said as he put the towel under his foot and positioned the ice pack around his ankle.

“Would you like some water?”

“That would be wonderful. There’s a big bottle in the refrigerator.”

A minute later Cleo was back. She sat on the couch, handed Dirk a glass, then drained her own in one gulp.

Dirk smiled. “You were thirsty.”

“I should have had water after my run. I think that’s why I got stomach cramps.”

Dirk leaned forward again and adjusted the bag. “I hope I didn’t sprain it too bad,” he said, groaning.

“Do you want to go to the hospital?” Cleo asked. “I’ll drive you.”

“No, not yet. If it gets really bad I’ll go. I’m hoping my ankle will be okay if I keep this ice on there for a while.”

Cleo was torn. She didn’t feel comfortable staying with Dirk, but she also didn’t want to desert him. She was afraid to be in her cabin, but the thought of packing up and finding someplace else to go was daunting.

Dirk’s head was back and he looked like he was in pain. “I’ll leave if you just want to close your eyes and relax,” Cleo offered.

Dirk reached out and touched her hand. “No, please. Stay,” he said, then closed his eyes.

“Okay,” Cleo said. She put her glass on a coaster on the table. I’m so tired, she thought, as she leaned back and tried to relax. Maybe I’ll close my eyes as well. For just a minute. Then something caught her eye that changed her mind.

The butt of a rifle was sticking out from under the couch.

35

I’ve been studying with the most wonderful teacher in Los Angeles,” April informed her luncheon companion as the waiter cleared their plates. “Since I’ve been in his class I’ve experienced such growth as an actress. It’s incredible. Even when I’m not doing a scene, I learn so much from his critiques of the other actors. I soak up every word he says, like a sponge.” April’s hands flew into the air, landing strategically on her chest, just above her low-cut blouse. She leaned forward. “You know what he told me after I did my very first scene?”

“What?”

“He told me I come to life when I act.”

“Really.”