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you said the day before yesterday was simply observing?“
    “Yes.“
    “So you were going to fire Denny and replace him?“
    A stunned silence followed this question. Jane nudged Shelley and whispered, “That’s what I thought but didn’t want to say at that last rehearsal.“
    Imry pretended, badly, that hadn’t even heard the question. “Hadn’t you better get on with your job? That’s costuming. Not casting.“
    “I think I’m going to withdraw from providing the costumes,“ Tazz went on. “You can find them yourself.“ She picked up her belongings and started up the aisle.
    “Wait. Wait!“ Imry shouted.
    “Wait for what?“ Tazz replied. “An apology?“
    “Yes.“
    Another long silence fell. Everybody was gazing critically at the director. “Get on with it and make it good, young man,“ John Bunting said.
    “I’m sorry for what I said, Ms. Tinker.“ He said this so quietly nobody quite understood it. “Speak up!“ John barked.
    “I’m sorry for what I said, Ms. Tinker!“ he shouted. “Now let’s all get to work. That’s what we’re here for, in case you’ve forgotten.“
    Tazz had returned to her seat, and now rose again. The rest of them also left their seats and followed her. All but Imry and his pet, Norman. Bill Denk muttered, “Exit to stage right.“
    “I’ll sue every single person who leaves! You’re all in violation of your contracts.“
    When the rest of them were halfway up the aisle to the lobby, a woman standing in the doorway stopped them. “Hold on,“ she said. “I’ll get this sorted out. Go sit back down.“
    She spoke with such authority that they obeyed, albeit reluctantly.
    The unknown woman followed them and approached the stage. “I’m Evelyn Chance. Remember me, Steven Imry?“
    The cast and crew had filed back to their seats to hear what she had to say.
    Ms. Chance went on, “I’m the person who helped the college solicit the funds to put this play on. I’m the one who’s going to sue you for every penny I raised for this pitiful script, and for paying Mr. and Ms. Bunting, putting them up in the hotel, their airfare, their food, and rental car.
    I’ve also put in a lot of time promoting it, to my sorrow. Now, you will make a real apology, and mean it, to each and every one of us. Or we’re all walking out and filing civil suits against you, you rude bastard. And keep in mind, too, that you are currently the most likely suspect for the murder of one of your actors. I’ve heard about him telling you off about your faulty grammar.“
    Imry all but collapsed, mumbling incoherently. “Stand up straight, Steven. Don’t be such a wimp,“ Evelyn Chance said.
    Imry stood, shaking with fury. Jane spotted Mel standing on the edge of the stage behind Imry, making notes.
    “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. But you have no right to say I’m a suspect. I’ve never even thrown a rock at a bird in my whole life.“
    “Huh?“ Shelley muttered to Jane.
    He went on. “In spite of all of you misjudging me, I do apologize. I’m under a lot of stress here. This whole production rests on my shoulders. Don’t you understand that?“
    Ms. Chance stood her ground and said coldly, “That’s not even a feeble apology. It’s simply an arrogant attempt to justify your bad temper. I saw how you behaved the day before yesterday. Now start over and do it right.“
    Finally, after dithering, Imry started over and made a semi-real apology.
    “I’m sincerely sorry if I offended anyone. As Isaid—no, never mind. I truly regret having been rude to anyone. The caterers, Ms. Nowack, and Ms. Jeffry. Ms. Tinker, Mr. and Ms. Bunting, Jake Stanton, Joani, Ms. Chance. Buddy Wilson, the head stagehand. Bill Denk, who plays the butler, and anyone I’ve left out by accident.“
    Then he turned and walked unsteadily up onto the stage and through the door to the workroom.
    “I guess we’ll have to stay,“ Tazz said. “Much as I regret it. I’d have liked to see him try to