The Impaler

Chapter 40

Cindy Smith was beyond thrilled that she had waited in front of her computer just that little bit longer before heading off to the gym.

Direct and to the point, she said to herself, reading. But at the same time mysterious. Just like the handsome soldier himself.

Cindy smiled and read the e-mail again:

Hello Cindy: Jennings doesn’t need me at the show tonight, but I’ll stop by your dressing room afterwards to pick you up for the party. I guess it’s meant to be after all. Yours truly, Edmund Lambert

“I guess it’s meant to be, after all,” Cindy said out loud for the twentieth time. “But what is meant to be? Going to the party? Or going to the party with me?”

Cindy sighed and chastised herself for not playing it cool even in private. She shut down her computer and slipped her script into her book bag.

“I’ll be home late, Mom,” she called on her way out the door. “Don’t forget the cast party is tonight.”

“Be careful,” her mother replied from the kitchen. “And no drinking and driving.”

“I know,” Cindy said. They exchanged I love yous, and then she was gone.

“I guess it’s meant to be,” Cindy said to herself as she started up her car. “Yeeess, Meester Lem-behrt. Now I have you right vehre I vahnt you.”