Just the dog she'd named in honor of Huey Long.She stared at the phone. For the past week, the cocker had been the only company Sidda had wanted.
After all, in her earlier review, Roberta had already proclaimed the production of "Women on the Cusp, which Sidda had directed at Lincoln Center, to be a miraculous event in American theater. With subtle finesse, the journalist had lulled Sidda into a cozy false sense of intimacy as she pumped her for personal information.As Sidda lay in the bed, her cocker spaniel, Hueylene, crawled into the crook formed by her knees. Roberta Lydell had been so chummy, so sisterly-seeming during the interview that Sidda had felt she'd made a new girlfriend. The pages of the week-old Leisure Arts section lay scattered on the floor next to Sidda as she curled up in the bed, covers pulled tightly around her, portable phone on the pillow next to her head.There had been no sign the theater critic would go for blood. That's what the Sunday "New York Times from March 8, 1993, had called Vivi.
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