Chuckro and I are appearing in a murder mystery play that our local theater company is putting on as a fundraiser for a church. (In return, one of the church ladies bakes cakes for the theater to sell at intermission.) I'm playing the scheming widow of the deceased - and Chuckro is my step-son. (Amusingly enough, I'm the youngest there, and most of the other characters are the kids of the late mob boss. And I'm their step-mom. Very trophy wife.)
Turns out I helped knock off my husband. And then I get to die two thirds of the way in - turns out Chuckro shot me.
We started rehearsals Saturday. Oh, this is going to be fun. Now if I can only get my lines down...haven't done this since middle school...
Turns out I helped knock off my husband. And then I get to die two thirds of the way in - turns out Chuckro shot me.
We started rehearsals Saturday. Oh, this is going to be fun. Now if I can only get my lines down...haven't done this since middle school...
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