CHAPTER EIGHTAlden was very excited about our acting class final, which was to form teams of between two and four students, select a play, and present a short excerpt to the class. As soon as it was announced, he texted me, right in class.
Got a play all picked out. You in with me?
I chuckled quietly. Hell yeah. What is it?
Coffee. After class.
At a table in Zeke’s, our favorite place for coffee and something, Alden confessed that he’d looked up what Lena had done in the past for a final in this class, and he told me something he’d never mentioned.
"I really liked working with you on that improv piece. You know, the bedbugs, and—whatever. You have an innocence tinged with a touch of pain and mitigated by a healthy dash of optimism that’s really interesting, and it comes out in your ac
