Chapter 4
Three Months Later
Malcolm lay on his single bed in the small studio apartment he shared with Randy. They’d rented it shortly after getting the parts in the play. The rehearsals were finished and now tomorrow night they were opening.
He glanced at the door. He was alone, for now. He didn’t seem to have too much privacy. Randy was usually there. Sometimes his roommate brought someone home and Malcolm was either forced to listen to or watch them f*****g, or he had to make himself scarce.
Getting ready for tomorrow night was fantastic, but he missed Dusty so much it was nearly killing him. Three months apart. If the play was successful it might be longer, especially if he couldn’t convince Dusty to move to New York.
He picked up his cell phone and called Dusty, just needing to
