Giving two plays a rest for a while. Two stories. Letting the words sink deeper onto the flesh of me. I can hear the people talking. Characters with voices now. Stories of their own. Working things out among themselves. I listen and watch. Touch the edge of their stage gently to feel their feet meeting the planks. Boards. Tape marks things. Boundaries. Some call it the acreage. Measurements. Depth. Careful not to overfill. Judgment calls necessary.