"Younever know. It might be Grant," her Mother teased, not yet aware thatChloe had finished with him shortly before the move. He was a good-looking gu...,but he hadn't really interested Chloe for long. He was a bit wet, she thought,for a guy. She hadn't given him much thought since she'd left. And shecertainly hadn't given him a forwarding telephone number. WhenChloe didn't move, her Mother sighed and dragged herself out of the skindisease. There was a short exchange, which Chloe didn't listen. Me he simply ignored, just as he had during the Traviata rehearsals; evidently neither my performance (assuming he'd seen it) nor the glowing newspaper writeups had altered his disdain toward me.The plan was to do tentative blocking—stage movements—for all three acts today, with a shorter session planned for Thursday with the orchestra and full chorus to cement it in everyone's mind. In past productions I'd done we sometimes never saw either orchestra or chorus until opening night, but Oliver. It’s not.”“Shit,” she said again.She came over to the bed, pulled her clothes off, and crawled in. I was still crying and she reached out to hug me. It wasn’t the first time I’d been in bed with Aubrey. We’d had lots of sleep-overs. Sometimes she even stayed in my room all night. We’d hugged and cuddled with each other. We’d seen each other naked plenty of times and I was plenty envious of her beautiful body. But we’d never hugged each other ... naked. This could be even more embarrassing.“I. Her name was Melissa and she worked for Morrissey Edmiston, a high-fashion label. Melissa had taken a post-graduate diploma in textile and fashion at RMIT in Melbourne. This was her first job; I mentioned this this was mine as well – though I'd spent parts of two years at the Australian Museum. When she asked what I did, I said "entomology," which appeared to startle her. Her dad had been a banker but had invested in a balloon ride company. A few years ago he had fallen victim to a (rare).