There was another delay with Harpies: The Musical! Carolina told my wife and the rest of the cast and crew that the play would not debut until at least after the new year. The show was morphing into a three- or possibly even four-hour musical extravaganza, a massive orchestral s*x epic, the Wagner’s Ring Cycle of shagging.
I began to wonder if Morgana could sense my unease with this now convoluted stage show and her role in it. I thought I’d grown adept at hiding my alarm – about the production and about many things – from my wife. It wasn’t that hard. Up was now down. Right was now left. Wrong was, it seemed, now right. Was it right for a husband to listen to his wife describe the things that Morgana was describing to me after returning from her marathon rehearsal sessions to our now a
