Heads You Win

“I’m afraid so.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“There’s not much I can do while Oberon is continuing his amorous performance offstage as well as on. I seem to be cast in the role of Bottom.”

“I think you’ll find he’s already moved on to his next part.”

“But I saw them—” Sasha stopped in midsentence.

“That was before the critics hailed Rory as a future star, while Charlie barely got a mention.”

“But I thought she was wonderful,” said Sasha. “Every bit as good as him. Better in fact.”

“Pity the critics didn’t agree with you,” said Ben. “But then, they weren’t to know she was in love with someone else.”

“There’s someone else?”

“No, idiot. Honestly, I sometimes wonder how such a clever man can be so dumb. Every time I see Charlie, she only talks about you. So go and cheer her up. Start by telling her how wonderful you thought she was as Titania.”

“I don’t think she’d welcome that from me.”

“Sasha, for God’s sake, wake up, get off your backside and do something about it.”

It was another twenty-four hours before Sasha got off his backside and did something about it.

* * *

Sasha found he couldn’t concentrate during his morning supervision. He didn’t eat lunch, and skipped his afternoon lecture, before finally taking Ben’s advice and setting off in the direction of Newnham.

This time, when he arrived at the college, he didn’t creep around the back and climb up the fire escape, but walked through the front gate. He registered his name with the porter before making his way slowly up the stairs to the second floor. Several times he nearly turned back, and might have done so, if he hadn’t heard Ben’s voice in his ear repeating “Pathetic idiot.” He hesitated once again when he reached Charlie’s door, then took a deep breath and knocked.

He was about to give up, when the door opened. For a few moments the two of them just stared at each other.

“Et tu, Brute,” Charlie eventually managed.

“Wrong play,” said Sasha. “I came to tell you there is nothing so fair in all Verona.”

“But you climbed onto someone else’s balcony before mine.”

“You saw me?” said Sasha, turning scarlet.

“Both times. And it didn’t improve my love life when I jumped out of bed and ran to the window only to find you’d already disappeared.”

Sasha burst out laughing.

“Rory left almost as quickly as you did. But come in,” she said, taking his hand, “because that was only a dress rehearsal.”

* * *

When Sasha returned to his college a couple of hours later, no one could have failed to notice the satisfied grin on his face, except perhaps for the porter.

“Telephone message for you, Mr. Karpenko,” he said, handing him a slip of paper.

Sasha unfolded it, and once he’d read the single sentence, he asked when she had phoned.

“Just over an hour ago, sir. I tried your room but you weren’t there, and no one seemed to know where you were, as you’d missed your afternoon lecture.”

“No, I was … If anyone asks, please tell them I’ve had to go to London at short notice, and I don’t expect to be back for at least a couple of days.”