Encore!

He put on a wig hoping that he wouldn’t be recognized, but realized he had failed when
an angry voice piped up
‘I thought it was you. You’ve got a nerve!’
The wig now hastily forgotten and put back on the stand, he turned to see his ex wife storming towards him.
‘Now Irene,’ he began,’ It’s not what you think.’
‘That’s what you said about Beatrice. By the way, how is the busy Bee?’
‘I don’t know. We split up a year ago’.
‘Ha!’ she laughed bitterly. ‘That was shortlived. Finally realised it was me who had all the money, not you then.’
‘It wasn’t like that. Look, can we talk?’
‘No. Everything that needed to be said has been in front of a judge. You are so out of my life, now push off.’
‘I need your help…………..’
‘You’re joking, right? Since when did you need anyone but Ricky Sinclaire? Now go away before I call the police.’
‘Will you just hear me out? I’m in serious trouble and need a change of scenery, outlook, appearance, and thought of you. You were brilliant at cosmetics and wardrobe in the theatre. ‘
She snickered.
‘YOU were the actor in the family dear Richard. Had me fooled for years. Here, take a makeup palette, any wig or wigs of your choice, even a fat suit. I DON’T CARE. Just get out and don’t come back.’
With that, two burly security guards came on the scene and stood either side of him to assist him in the direction of the doorway.
‘Would it help if I said I was sorry?’
‘No.’

The applause was deafening as the curtain came down at the end of the final scene.
The husband and wife leads stood face to face ready to take an encore, but before they did, she handed him an envelope.
His face drained of all colour when he read the divorce papers, naming his lover of three years as co-respondent.
With a sweet smile, she left him in the wings as she took her well deserved bows.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #69

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