thin　and　rumpled…looking。　A　little　glass　crack　pipe　lay　on　his　chest。

Lucky　Vanessa　had　found　it　on　the　street　in　Williamsburg　that

weekend。　It　was　the　perfect　prop　for　her　sexily　damaged　prince。

“I’m　going　to　read　Natasha’s　lines。　Watch　carefully；”　she　told

Marjorie。　“Okay　Dan；　let’s　go。”

“Haven’t　you　been　asleep？”　Vanessa…as…Natasha　said；　peering　at

Dan…as…Prince　Andrei。

“No；　I　have　been　looking　at　you　for　a　long　time。　I　knew　by　instinct

that　you　were　here。　No　one　except　you　gives　me　such　a　sense　of

gentle　restfulness　。　。　。　such　light！　I　feel　like　weeping　from　very　joy；”

Dan…as…Prince　Andrei　said　quietly。

Vanessa　knelt　at　his　head；　her　face　radiant　with　solemn　delight。

“Natasha；　I　love　you　too　dearly！　More　than　all　the　world！”　Dan

gasped；　trying　to　sit　up　and　then　sinking　back　on　the　bench　as　if　in

pain。

He　said　he　loved　her！　Vanessa　grabbed　his　hand；　her　face　flushed

red　at　the　thrill　of　it。　She　was　pletely　caught　up　in　the　moment。

Then　she　remembered　herself；　let　go　of　Dan’s　hand；　and　stood　up。

“Now　your　turn；”　she　told　Marjorie。

“　’Kay；”　Marjorie　said；　chewing　her　gum　with　her　mouth　open。　She

pulled　the　scrunchy　out　of　her　wiry　red　hair　and　fluffed　it　up　with

her　hand。　Then　she　knelt　down　by　Dan’s　bench　and　held　up　the

script。　“Ready？”　she　asked　him。

Dan　nodded。

“Haven’t　you　been　asleep？”　Marjorie　said