A Fatal Finale

by Kathleen Marple Kalb

  On occasion, I find myself looking out at the night sky and reflecting that we are both under the same stars, though very far away. And I think of your smile, which seems almost like a gift. I will very much enjoy seeing it when we play London.

  Yours very sincerely,

  S

  All absolutely true. And still, none of it yet enough to make me surrender my sword, the stage or anything else in the near future.