“Your brothers still do the show? I think I’ve seen them, if so,” she mentioned. Istra was in no hurry; she feared Sam wouldn’t want her around even when she did reach him. She was starting to worry that he had changed his mind about her altogether and it was a new feeling to think she was unwanted. “Oh, just to see my fella. You can walk with me.”
“Mhmm. Yeah, my twin brother and the younger kids.” Aside from her and her twin, there were three younger girls and a younger boy, all part of the show. And, as far as Coffee knew, they all loved performing as much as Coffee used to. “All right, then.” She smiled at Istra, shifting her papers under her arm and adjusting her hat. “Is he in performing too?”
Istra nodded. At Coffee’s question, she smiled fondly. “Oh no, not Sam,” she laughed lightly at the very idea of Sam performing in front of a crowd. “He’s a student. I can hardly drag him away from his books.”
Coffee chuckled as they started to walk. “Well, that’s always good too. I don’t think performers should always see other performers, too much clashing of egos.” She rolled her eyes. Her own family was living proof, Mom and Dad always arguing about the show. “Works for some people, though.” She shrugged.