Hidden Riches by Nora Roberts EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Nora Roberts
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- Genre: Contemporary Women Fiction
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A theater without an audience has its own peculiar magic. The magic
of possibilities. The echoing voices of actors running lines, the light cues,
the costumes, the nervous energy and vaulting egos that bound from center
stage to the empty back row.
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Isadora Conroy absorbed the theater’s magic as she stood in the wings
of the Liberty Theater, watching a dress rehearsal for A Christmas Carol.
As always, she enjoyed the drama, not only Dickens, but also the drama of
edgy nerves, of creative lighting, of the well-delivered line. After all, the
theater was in her blood.
There was a vibrancy that pulsed from her even in repose. Her large
brown eyes glinted with excitement and seemed to dominate the face
framed by a swing of golden-brown hair. That excitement brought a flush to
ivory skin, a smile to her wide mouth. It was a face of subtle angles and
smooth curves, caught between wholesome and lovely. The energy inside
her small, compact body shimmered out.
She was a woman interested in everything around her, who believed in
illusions. Watching her father rattling Marley’s chains and intoning dire
predictions to the fear-struck Scrooge, she believed in ghosts. And because
she believed, he was no longer her father, but the doomed miser wrapped
for eternity in the heavy chains of his own greed.
Then Marley became Quentin Conroy again, veteran actor, director
and theater buff, calling for a minute change in the blocking.
“Dora.” Hurrying up from behind, Dora’s sister, Ophelia, said, “We’re
already twenty minutes behind schedule.”
“We don’t have a schedule,” Dora murmured, nodding because the
blocking change was perfect. “I never have a schedule on a buying trip.
Isn’t he wonderful, Lea?”
Though her sense of organization was hampered, Lea glanced out
onstage and studied their father. “Yes. Though God knows how he can stand
to put on this same production year after year.”
“Tradition.” Dora beamed. “The theater’s rooted in it.” Leaving the
stage hadn’t diminished her love of it, or her admiration for the man who
had taught her how to milk a line. She’d watched him become hundreds of
men onstage. Macbeth, Willie Loman, Nathan Detroit. She’d seen him
triumph and seen him bomb. But he always entertained.
“Remember Mom and Dad as Titania and Oberon?”
Lea rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Who could forget? Mom
stayed in character for weeks. It wasn’t easy living with the queen of the
fairies. And if we don’t get out of here soon, the queen’s going to come out
and run through her list of what might happen to two women traveling
alone to Virginia.”
Sensing her sister’s nerves and impatience, Dora swung an arm around
Lea’s shoulders. “Relax, honey, I’ve got her covered, and he’s going to take
five in a minute.”
Which he did, on cue. When the actors scattered, Dora stepped out to
center stage. “Dad.” She took a long look, skimming down from the top of
his head to his feet. “You were great.”
“Thank you, my sweet.” He lifted an arm so that his tattered shroud
floated. “I think the makeup is an improvement over last year.”
“Absolutely.” In fact, the greasepaint and charcoal were alarmingly
realistic; his handsome face appeared just short of decay.
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