Annabel looked up slowly, giving Sarah a weak smile, blue eyes flicking to the mug that Sarah held, before resting back upon Sarah’s face. Sarah smi...ed to Annabel, as she came to rest beside Annabel’s bed, she held out the hot chocolate to her. ‘Here, this should help you get back to sleep I made it just the way that you like it.’ Sarah smiled again softly, hoping deep within her heart that it did help, that she wouldn’t end up feeling as though she had lied to the girl, as she felt she had on. It's tougher than being a theater agent, atleast I find it so, but much more rewarding." I thought you might want to meet Sharon because she is an aspiringwriter," Rod said. Beverly turned and gave Sharon an appraising look."Have you published anything?" she asked."Several short pieces. Fiction. Most recently a story that ran in TheNew Yorker."Recognition registered on Beverly's face."The piece about the teenaged boy?" she asked. Sharon nodded. "That wasvery, very good. A very nice piece of. There was sod all on the TV again and we had put on one of our favourite playlists from the CD system, it starts with a few hours of upbeat tunes and slowly gears down to a concoction of the best of Marvin Gaye love songs and any of the slow ‘get your thing on’ love songs we own. Our bedroom was on the opposite side of the hallway to the living room and more often than not we would come straight in from work and chuck on a pair of Pyjama’s to relax into. Being a Saturday and with the prospect. The prospect was terrifying.She reassured him, "It's more about the way you move than the way youlook." She put him in one of her dresses and spent most of the eveningcoaching him on the basics. It included going down to the street andgetting in and out of the car about 50 times.She checked his voice. He had the gift of range from his singing, butneeded to adjust tone in his speaking voice. She coached him inphrases and the movements of the head that could go with them. He wasa good.