Chapter 13
As we worked our way through October, Josh’s commitment to any particular s****l orientation became murkier. Meanwhile, my crush on him grew torturously more definite.
Preparations on Judy! Get Your Gun! continued apace, with Katie spending much of her workday in the window display sewing room attaching fringe to the back of sequined bolero jackets, or flipping through catalogs looking for cha-cha heeled cowboy boots and pink feathered cowboy hats. Chris’s visits were becoming less frequent, as he divided his time pretty evenly between the kitchen at Marzipan! and Phillippa’s office at the Zipper Theater, where they spent long hours tinkering with posters, flyers, and online promos. He’d stop by once around mid-morning on his break, join us for a cup of coffee (and more than a
