NARRATION - AUDIO BOOK - DRAMATIC WITH TWO CHARACTERS
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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he waited until he was sure the girls were fast asleep. Sheila was curled up on the couch with ridiculously filthy Hollywood novel. Gianpiero Ron Paul was playing Vivaldi and Bob was pretending to read the New Republic. The tension was unbearable. Want a drink, hon? No, thanks. Said she looking up. Mind if I do? Well, since when do you have to ask permission? She went back to her novel. Incredible. She murmured, You won't believe how they do it in this chapter right in the middle of Rodeo Drive. Oh, God. He thought How can I do this? Hey. Ah, Can we talk for a second? He was sitting a few feet from her. An unusually tall scotch in his hand. Sure. Is something wrong? Well, sort of. Yes. He lowered his head. Sheila was suddenly frightened. She put her book down and sat upright. Bob, you aren't sick, are you? No, I just feel that way. He thought, but he shook his head. Honey, I got to talk to you about something. Sheila Beckwith felt a sudden shortening of breath. How many of her friends had heard their husbands open? Conversations with preamble is just like this we have to talk about our marriage. And from the grim expression on Bob's face, she feared that he, too, was about to say, It isn't working anymore. Bob, she said with candor. Something in your voice scares me. Have I done anything? No, no, it's It's me. I've done it. What? Jesus! You don't know how hard this is to say, Oh, please, Robert, Suspense is killing me. Bob took a breath. He was shaking. Sheila, Remember when you were pregnant with Paul? Yes, and I had to fly to Europe. Mom, peel yer to give that paper and a pause. I had an affair. He said it as quickly as he could, like ripping off a bandage fast to cause less pain. Sheila's face was ashen. No, she said, shaking her head violently, as if to drive out what she had just heard. This is some terrible joke. She looked at him for reassurance, isn't it? No, it's true, he said. Tone. Leslie, I'm I'm so sorry. Who? Robert. Her name. Her name was Nicole Green. She was a doctor. Why does she want to hear these details? He wondered. And how long did it last? 23 days, which two or three days I want to know, dammit! Three days, he said. And three nights, she added, Yes, he said, Does all this matter? Everything matters, Sheila answered and then said to herself, Jesus, he watched her fight to keep control. This was worse than he had even imagined. Then she looked at him and asked, and you kept quiet all these years. He nodded. Sheila, if it's any consolation, that's the only time. I swear it was the only time. No, she said softly. It isn't consolation. Once is more than never. She bit her lip toe, hold back the tears and he had more to say.