Stretching

My face must have said more than my silence because she added quickly, “It's not a church or anything crazy like that. I might be a little old fashioned but I know right from right. It's more of a social. We meet at the Autumn Garden Theatre. You know the one on Famebright Club road.”

"I thought that place nearly burned down.”

“Oh it did. The last show was Enemies in the State by Robert Isberg in 'twenty-three. The bathrooms still smell like smoke but the main auditorium is mostly okay.”

I had some doubts about that. It had been a long time since I had been out there but the last time I'd been by that place the doors had been chained shut with a sign proclaiming the building too dangerous to enter. Still it was interesting that someone like her went to meetings in such a place. “What do you do there, put on amateur plays?”

“No. Yes. Well, sometimes. It's hard to explain. It would be better to show you.”

“Was that an invitation?”

Her eyes widened as if she were surprised at herself. "I suppose it was."