She nodded,
"My dad, he was a playwright. There are two foundations in his name. One in England and the other here is the U.S., they help to fund the arts, specifically small theaters and aspiring playwrights. Money isn't always plentiful in some of the arts." She stood up,
"Before I leave give me her father's name and I'll make sure a donation is set up for the theater. They might even qualify for an annual endowment." I couldn't believe her. She, and her family, was like to good to be true.
"That's great. You're great." She smiled,
"It's not all me and my family. We get a lot of donations and do a lot of fundraisers. There is way too much money in this country to not give a little. Besides, I love the arts. They're important and everyone should have access to them." I stood up and wrapped my arms around her,
"I don't want to sound rude or insensitive but-" She nodded,
"I know, I know, change of subject." I groaned,
"Definitely." Her mouth opened and I took the opportunity to lightly suck on her bottom lip as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her to the bed.
Chapter 93
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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