Belle didn’t take well to being someone else’s pet. She did, however welcome the opportunity and nodded in agreement. It was a start, at least. She then looked at Carl. “We are both blessed and cursed, Reverend, each in our own ways.” She nodded in respect. She believed that there were two gods; one good and one evil. There was no other way to explain the terrible things which happened in the world like the loss of her parents. Original sin could not be the cause simply because she was too young and too innocent to deserve such a thing. One cannot put the sins of the parents onto the unknowing child and call that just. Life was more like a balance of good and evil rather than a war between the two. There is give and take. It seemed that her life was at a turning point for the better, while not the best.
She headed back through the orchard and towards the exit where Vincenti waited across the street for her. She smiled at him, and he got up from the bench and crossed the street to her, taking his arm as he escorted her back down the street towards her home. “How’d it go?” he questioned.
“It went well. He offered me understudy to the main Juliet. Even though auditions haven’t been run yet it seemed that auditions have been run by other means,” she said with a sigh, but still was quite satisfied. “At least I can learn from her and I won’t be thrown into this head first. It will give me time to get acclimated to the theater.”
“You mean her husband is donating a lot of money for her to play the lead…”
“Oh, no I didn’t mean that. Perhaps she is just very good.”
“No, Belle…don’t try to cover it up. That little bit of spice in your voice is quite out of character for you, and was quite enjoyable.” He smiled and she blushed. She had a habit of doing so. “I think that you will learn nothing from her other than stage make up. You speak from a true heart, and that voice pierces the souls through cloth and flesh. No experience can ever take that away.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll take you home. It’s getting late.”
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