in the play.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s just acting—
he’s still got a girlfriend, you know?”
I don’t appreciate her
saying any of this when
I’mthisexcited for a kiss.
In rehearsal, we play out the massage
but agree to save the kiss
for the real performance.
I think of nothing else for weeks.
In a way, it’s more pressure
to have this big buildup to the day.
After a rehearsal, Faith and Destiny come over.
“Michael, can we have a word with you,
please?” Faith says. Destiny looks serious.
Ben and Rowan are leaving. Rowan
turns back and waits by the door.
Faith notices me smiling at Rowan
over her shoulder and says sternly, “In private.”
“Sorryyy!” Rowan says.
“What’s this about?” I say, annoyed I can’t
leave with Rowan, and ready
for an argument about the roles I assigned
them in the cast.
“Destiny and I want to say sorry
for how mean we were before.”
I can’t believe they are apologizing.
Am I imagining it?
Destiny speaks. “Can you forgive us?”
“What exactly are you sorry for?” I ask.
