Lights shone on a stage, empty but for two narrators. The first addressed the imaginary audience, her voice projecting nuance and well-timed emphasis.
“Diane Nash later said,” she paused and held character, turning imperceptibly toward the dark wings. “Diane Nash later said…” Her brow furrowed and laughter erupted from the set behind her.
“I’m sorry,” chuckled the girl who would be Diane Nash. “Where are we, page four?”