Sunday, May 15, 2011

Oscar’s Party

Juno and Genie were approaching. “Don’t look,” Emmy hissed to Tony. “They drive me crazy with their ‘oots’ and ‘aboots’ and ‘ehs’. Why are they even here?”
     “I get tired of the same old crowd,” Oscar said, winking at Tony.
     Tony saw Dora approaching and smoothly turned away. She wandered off, stricken.
     “B-listers,” Emmy snorted. “Look, there’s Bafta! What kind of name is Bafta? And what is she wearing?”
     “Bafta!”
     “Oscar! Darling!”
     Emmy sighed. She had loved Oscar once, but his interests always came first. If he was hooking up with Bafta now, there was something in it for him.

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