“I’m sorry,” Andrea says. “I’m not as comfortable as you are with this situation. I have to go.”
She pulls herself free from Rebecca’s grip and runs backstage to get her purse. She takes the back door out of the auditorium, and races down the stairs to her car. She jams the keys in the ignition and drives out of the garage as fast as she can.
…
Rebecca watches Andrea run away with a small smile. She rubs her eyes with her fists as hard as she can and then walks back toward the auditorium to look for Lance. Lance’s seat is empty, but the company’s employees are still milling around and gossiping about the dramatic presentations.
She pushes through the crowd, getting sympathetic looks from the employees. The women especially seem to feel bad for her. They offer her encouraging smiles a
