<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/MaggieDelaney.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Maggie Delaney</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Dining Room, 55 Beacon Street</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Frank Walters, Harrison Cartwright, Maxine White, others</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Dinner with friends, and with some new acquaintances</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Maggie found herself enjoying the dinner with Frank quite a bit. It was good to see a dear friend, of course ... but selfishly, socializing with others made her feel, well,<em>normal</em>. The past few days had left her starting to regret her impulsive decision to leave the Great Dashini's magic act. As hurt as she'd been by the realization that she was little more than a sex toy to Dash - and despite all his honeyed words, he was<strong>never</strong>going to leave his wife for her - performing for all the Proverbial Crowned Heads of Europe did have its perks. Five star hotels. Posh clothing and beautiful outfits. Grand meals.<br/><br/>And her past few days of living in a cheap Boston flophouse, eating the scraps of food she could afford while auditioning at the Orpheum ... well, Maggie just hoped that she could catch a break soon. Otherwise, it was back to waitressing, or working at a laundromat - or perhaps worse. In his darker moments, Dash often told her that she'd have to make a living on her knees and on her back if she ever left him ... and she was starting to wonder if he'd been right about that.<br/><br/>Still, Maggie kept a happy smile present on her lips, trying hard not to betray her otherwise bleak circumstances. And, to be honest, smiling wasn't all that difficult. Besides Frank, she'd been delighted to be Harrison again, exchanging pleasantries with him as they sat at the table. She'd made his acquaintance just a few days before, at the Orpheum ... Maggie found him to be an affable, intriguing fellow. It made sense that Frank knew him, of course ... and as the dinner moved onward, he found herself musing about how she could ask Frank for more information about Harrison.<br/><br/><em>After all,</em>Maggie thought, as she glanced idly as Harrison's hand,<em>I don't see a wedding ring ...</em><br/><br/>Another of the faces looked familiar at the table. The woman's name was Maxine, or so Frank had said, and while she dressed like a society girl, Maggie could've sworn she had seen the attractive, dark-haired woman at the Orpheum of late. She couldn't quite place the face -<em>an investor's daughter, perhaps?</em>- and at the evening moved on, she found herself irritated by her inability to do so.<br/><br/>"Sorry," Maggie said finally to Maxine, during a break in the dinner conversation, "do we know each other? I swear we've met somewhere before ..."