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One of the programs swept an arm around her waist. “Ada! Where’ve you been?” He blinked at her. “I thought we were – you know –“
Ada laughed quietly, peeling herself out of his arms. “Sorry, you know what they say about entertainers – you get one shot with them!” She didn’t remember him. He was one of the faceless multitude she accepted into her life, her heart, her bed. It wasn’t anything, not anymore, and this man, well, he’d just been one of the latest.
“Sorry,” she said with a breathless laugh, “but I’m needed up front.”
His face darkened and she felt her breath stop as he spoke, clearly ignoring her words. “That’s not what you told me.”
Ada felt like she was living someone else’s life – who was he? What had she told him? Was he special to her? She didn’t know anymore.
“Name of the game,” she said easily, then she ran for it. What else could she do? She ran back into her work, letting herself slip into the persona of entertainer. And that night she left with a different program, just like she always did.