For those reading along with the draft of The Transfigured Lady, I’ve posted Chapter 9.
The front entrance of the Rutherford had never looked so attractive to Cora. For the past week they had been doing full rehearsals of the show and over the last few days had been adding the effects. Mr. Jernigan had wrought magic, no matter how insistent he was that pulverstry was science. Only four more days until opening but Mr. Tate was driving them as though they opened tomorrow. What Cora wanted most was a long, hot bath.
“Good evening, Miss Fairchild.” Mr. Longstaff gave a funny half-bow from the front desk. “I have a message for you.”
“Oh?” She almost never had messages. Cora angled her path away from the stairs and went to take the slip of paper from him. With luck, they had changed her call time to later in the day so she could sleep in.
Posting of chapters is likely to slow down for a bit, because I have some Norse gods to build. If you aren’t currently reading along and would like to, check out the introduction and ground rules.
