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"This is very nice," I said Everyone sat and Leanna poured us each a cup of tea to start

"Please, take whatever you wish," she said

I did so and began to eat, reood it all was

"My husband tells hts into your acting That's very ambitious of you," Leanna said

I glanced at my father who ate silently William and Alexandra watched me eat and listened to my conversation as if they were just as interested in my replies

"My dra the character before you actually memorize lines He believes in improvisation, too I suppose you become the character more that way," I said

"Exactly," my father said "That's especially true for actors in a Shakespearean play because of all the nuances, subtleties of ery, poetry"

"Whatelse?" I asked him

How odd it felt to speak to s, to watch every movement in his face, his eyes, the way he held his tea sandwich, sipped his tea, shed Some of it was a search for myself, to see

resee and be estures did we share? Could anyone look at the two of us and see that I was his daughter? Would Leanna soon realize it?

If I had never known of him and Randall had never found hi him by in the street, or looked at hi between a father and his daughter that couldn't be denied?

"I was always interested in that period, the Elizabethan Age, English history itself, I suppose If I tried to analyze it deeply, I think I would conclude I was trying to escape froe and poetry, it was a natural e, Shakespeare and I," he said with a smile

"My mother writes poetry," Alexandra revealed

"Oh?"

"I just dabble," she said modestly