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A Live Coal in the Sea┬╗5
Camilla said, "Taxi often does plays, too. There was one that opened early in
the season-"
"And immediately flopped," Taxi said. "It was a terrific show, really, but
the
critics simply didn't get it."
"Well, better luck next time." The professor moved off to join a group of
colleagues.
Taxi said in a low voice, "Mom, you really didn't need to mention that
disaster."
"Sorry, Tax. You were wonderful in it."
"The critics didn't give me much credit. I haven't had a hit in two years."
He
glanced around to where his daughter was standing with a group of girls.
"How's
my Raffi getting along?"
"She's doing beautifully. Several of her professors have told me how bright
she
is."
"Of course she's bright." He sounded impatient.
Camilla, too, looked at the girl, easily identified in her group of friends
by
her brilliant red hair. She wore a bulky orange sweater which both clashed
with
and showed it off. One of her teachers had told Camilla, 'Raffi's fragile.
She's
popular, and she does well, but sometimes I think some key word might break
her
in two.'
Taxi continued, "Thessaly and I have been doing considerable quarreling and
it
upsets the child. It's not important. We're nowhere near separation or
divorce.
I've had enough
divorce. Raffi simply doesn't understand that parents are human, too."
Camilla asked, "When you were Raffi's age, did you?" "Believe me, Mom, I did.
I
hope Raffi will never have to go through what I went through."
She felt cold. The windows onto the terrace were open and a breeze was
blowing
into the room. "Taxi, darling-"
"Oh, I survived it, Mom, I'm a survivor. I just hope Raffi is, too. Thessaly
and
I are very grateful she has you to fall back on."
"I'll do whatever I can."
but equally distinguished in his tux, and certainly arresting with his black
hair and fair skin and always an aura of excitement in the way he carried his
body, looked around him, as though expecting something to happen, either
marvelous or terrible, one could not be sure. Thessaly, his wife, was
obviously