Opening night, which had seemed so far away back in May, was nearly upon us by the time I returned to New York the night of our final dress rehearsal. I could hear the show already in progress before I even walked through the lobby door into the house. The governors were onstage. AJ had my place beside Major. Their voices blended perfectly.
“Oh, my God!” Major leapt down and came running toward me. AJ had definitely not yelled “Cut!”
“Oomph.” The wind was knocked out of me by the collision.
“You made it!”
“I told Mr. Fabro I was leaving. I’m still not done.” I somehow managed to say all of that with no breath, since Major’s hug was so tight. “He’s still a pain in the—How are you doing?”
We’d spoken. If there was one word for our conversations, I would call them superficial. We rehears
