‘‘I’ve only just summoned the courage to call you,’’ she said. ‘‘I’d love to see you again. I can’t get you out of my mind. I know I was behaving like a real bitch at the end of the tour and I wanted to say that I’m sorry.’’
‘‘You don’t have to apologise,’’ I replied. ‘‘I guess we were all under stress at the end of the run.’’
‘‘I was sad when it ended, although I’d only been there for a while.’’ Rosalind’s voice was softer than I remembered. ‘‘I was lucky though. I got a job in a drag revue almost at once.’’
‘‘That was what you wanted.’’
‘‘I know. I’ve been a girl ever since. You should see me now.’’
‘‘That would be good,’’ I replied. ‘‘But I’m struggling right now. I haven’t got anything and I’m waiting tables, hoping that I won’t be evicted anytime soon.’’
‘‘That’s awful.’’ I could hear her gasp. ‘‘I could get you a job here, but you’d have to drag up.’’
‘‘I’m not a female impersonator,’’ I replied. ‘‘I know I was in the chorus when we were doing Birdcage but I only got that job because I was small and had long hair.’’
‘‘I think you’d be able to look really good and convincing if you’d let yourself do it,’’ she said. ‘‘I could help you. I think I owe you for being so horrible.’’
‘‘I’ll think about it,’’ I said, intending to do nothing of the sort, but I didn’t want to upset her.
‘‘Call me if you want me to,’’ she said.