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.” Nick turned to one side and cooed, “Oh, Pyramus!” and then to the other and deepened his voice.“Oh, Thisbe!”Everyone laughed deeply except for Puck, who put a stop to Nick’s showboating by making a drink fall into his lap.“Nick, you’re Pyramus.Francis, you’re Thisbe.Robin will play Thisbe’s mother.”Robin came from new money and was therefore the group charity case.His father climbed the corporate ladder and made a fortune shortly before Robin was born.Robin had all of the advantages, but not all of the innate manners of Manhattan’s established wealthy crowd.He was as well-dressed as his friends, but seemed a bit more awkward in his skin.His lower social rank required a more passive stance within the group.He didn’t dare protest dressing as Thisbe’s mother, but just shrugged and grinned.Puck continued, “Sloan, you’re the lion.”Sloan looked concerned.“Do you have the lines written down? I should start learning them right away.” He was rich, but slow.It was commonly known that his acceptance into private school had been conditional upon a huge financial contribution made by his parents.Puck leaned forward and spoke slowly and loudly so that Sloan could understand.“You’re a lion.It’s just roaring.”Sloan looked a little relieved for a moment, and then his brow wrinkled.“What if I’m too scary and I frighten the women?”Nick laughed.“Then you might get laid.Girls love to be frightened.”“I thought they loved a man who cries,” Puck reminded him.“They do,” Nick insisted.“Maybe I should play both parts.”“You’re Pyramus.That’s the end of it.” Puck was ready to be finished with this conversation.“Great.” Nick rubbed his chin.“I think I should wear a beard.Women love a beard.”Exasperated, Puck pushed his chair back and stood up.“Okay, that’s enough.We’re going to my house.” Puck handed the bartender enough money to cover their tab and much more before he walked out, leaving the others scrambling to follow him.He wanted to speak to his father, and he knew that his friends would hang out at the penthouse indefinitely if he gave them free access to the bar.It was still early enough to make these buffoons run their lines a few times before they were all too drunk to continue and had to be sent home.On the way out of the bar, Puck turned back for just an instant and looked at his friends.He could almost smell failure.In that moment, he understood that this was just what his father wanted.These boys weren’t meant to create a viable dramatic performance.They were comic relief.Otherwise, Miles would have set this play into motion weeks ago.Puck smiled.His father was a genius.This was going to be the best wedding ever.Walking into the penthouse apartment occupied by the Oberon family was like walking back in time.Other penthouses on the Upper East Side were sleekly arranged with furnishings by the most contemporary urban designers and filled with oversized monotone paintings that were incomprehensible, yet wildly expensive.Miles Oberon, however, had a different take on decorating.He was a man who appreciated his family history to a fault.Every item, be it decorative or functional, in the Oberon household seemed to have a story.The dining room table, created from a massive slab of marble, had served generations of Oberons in their former castle in Ireland.Also from the family’s ancestral home came the beds, massive four-poster behemoths built to be surrounded by draperies for privacy from the prying eyes of servants.Shelves were adorned with ancient empty vases, any one of which could have paid their driver’s salary for a year.The silver, the dishes, every silken drapery had been touched by a now deceased member of the Oberon family.For nearly five hundred years of their traceable history, the Oberon family had been one of the few Northern Irish families to maintain their wealth and status despite considerable historical hardships.They became prominent upon England’s initial societal restructuring of Ireland.As the clan system dissolved and more modern governmental structures were imposed, the Oberons were one of the families that benefitted.As the years went on, their lack of interest in religious and political matters served them well.Over time, they amassed a huge fortune.Money and magic are happy bedfellows.Generation after generation of Oberons was blessed by healthy livestock and good harvests.During tumultuous times as religion and personal safety became intertwined, their willingness to comply with the societal and religious structures imposed by King Henry VIII and Queen Mary kept them safe [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.” Nick turned to one side and cooed, “Oh, Pyramus!” and then to the other and deepened his voice.“Oh, Thisbe!”Everyone laughed deeply except for Puck, who put a stop to Nick’s showboating by making a drink fall into his lap.“Nick, you’re Pyramus.Francis, you’re Thisbe.Robin will play Thisbe’s mother.”Robin came from new money and was therefore the group charity case.His father climbed the corporate ladder and made a fortune shortly before Robin was born.Robin had all of the advantages, but not all of the innate manners of Manhattan’s established wealthy crowd.He was as well-dressed as his friends, but seemed a bit more awkward in his skin.His lower social rank required a more passive stance within the group.He didn’t dare protest dressing as Thisbe’s mother, but just shrugged and grinned.Puck continued, “Sloan, you’re the lion.”Sloan looked concerned.“Do you have the lines written down? I should start learning them right away.” He was rich, but slow.It was commonly known that his acceptance into private school had been conditional upon a huge financial contribution made by his parents.Puck leaned forward and spoke slowly and loudly so that Sloan could understand.“You’re a lion.It’s just roaring.”Sloan looked a little relieved for a moment, and then his brow wrinkled.“What if I’m too scary and I frighten the women?”Nick laughed.“Then you might get laid.Girls love to be frightened.”“I thought they loved a man who cries,” Puck reminded him.“They do,” Nick insisted.“Maybe I should play both parts.”“You’re Pyramus.That’s the end of it.” Puck was ready to be finished with this conversation.“Great.” Nick rubbed his chin.“I think I should wear a beard.Women love a beard.”Exasperated, Puck pushed his chair back and stood up.“Okay, that’s enough.We’re going to my house.” Puck handed the bartender enough money to cover their tab and much more before he walked out, leaving the others scrambling to follow him.He wanted to speak to his father, and he knew that his friends would hang out at the penthouse indefinitely if he gave them free access to the bar.It was still early enough to make these buffoons run their lines a few times before they were all too drunk to continue and had to be sent home.On the way out of the bar, Puck turned back for just an instant and looked at his friends.He could almost smell failure.In that moment, he understood that this was just what his father wanted.These boys weren’t meant to create a viable dramatic performance.They were comic relief.Otherwise, Miles would have set this play into motion weeks ago.Puck smiled.His father was a genius.This was going to be the best wedding ever.Walking into the penthouse apartment occupied by the Oberon family was like walking back in time.Other penthouses on the Upper East Side were sleekly arranged with furnishings by the most contemporary urban designers and filled with oversized monotone paintings that were incomprehensible, yet wildly expensive.Miles Oberon, however, had a different take on decorating.He was a man who appreciated his family history to a fault.Every item, be it decorative or functional, in the Oberon household seemed to have a story.The dining room table, created from a massive slab of marble, had served generations of Oberons in their former castle in Ireland.Also from the family’s ancestral home came the beds, massive four-poster behemoths built to be surrounded by draperies for privacy from the prying eyes of servants.Shelves were adorned with ancient empty vases, any one of which could have paid their driver’s salary for a year.The silver, the dishes, every silken drapery had been touched by a now deceased member of the Oberon family.For nearly five hundred years of their traceable history, the Oberon family had been one of the few Northern Irish families to maintain their wealth and status despite considerable historical hardships.They became prominent upon England’s initial societal restructuring of Ireland.As the clan system dissolved and more modern governmental structures were imposed, the Oberons were one of the families that benefitted.As the years went on, their lack of interest in religious and political matters served them well.Over time, they amassed a huge fortune.Money and magic are happy bedfellows.Generation after generation of Oberons was blessed by healthy livestock and good harvests.During tumultuous times as religion and personal safety became intertwined, their willingness to comply with the societal and religious structures imposed by King Henry VIII and Queen Mary kept them safe [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]