Fifteen
Saturday eveningI’m a little nervous as I swim up to the theatre. My hands shake and I’m working hard to quiet the worried voices in my head. I’ve never had a second of doubt in all of my friendship with Zanzia. But we’ve never faced a situation like this. I’ve never bailed on her before.
Zanzia has every right to be mad at me. In that moment earlier, I cared more about my heartache over a fake relationship than about our real friendship.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she told me to go swim into a hole.
But I have to try.
I know she’ll be in the back, getting everything ready. So I swim through the auditorium—waving at Goby, who is carefully setting programs on every seat—over the stage, and into the backstage space.
Zanzie is floating over a table covered in brightly colored se
