Stanley peered up into the shadows above the stage. There was a colorful blaze of fabric amidst the burgundy curtains and canvas backdrops. He moved closer, trying to get a better view from a different angle."Hey, what's this play about anyway?" Stanley asked. "Is it a Western?""No, it's a drama," Rosie replied."How come you need a dummy hanging from a rope?"She looked over quickly. "No one gets hanged in the play.""Sure looks like it. Up there."Rosie...