In Harmony(105)

Angie shook her head. “Three years, Willow.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m not denying it hurts. It does. I’m getting stronger every day, but pretending like I don’t love him or don’t miss him isn’t going to get me anywhere.”

“Sounds like someone’s been talking to my mother.”

I laughed a little and looked around. “Where is Bonnie? I thought she was going to join us?”

“She wanted to give us some alone time. But she’ll be at your show tonight. Wouldn’t miss it. I hear you’re slaying some Ibsen.”

“I don’t know about that, but I’m enjoying it. It’s helped too. But Christ, enough with my shit already. How’s Stanford? How’s Nash?”

We ordered burgers and shakes and ate while Angie filled me in on the details. Nash was at school in Pennsylvania. He and Angie were somehow making a long-distance relationship work while she was double majoring in robotics and pre-med at Stanford.

“I’ll basically be in college until I’m eighty,” she said. “I’ll have one year to actually practice medicine until I croak.”

“But it’ll be a solid year.”

“Oh, for sure. Like…golden.”

As we talked and laughed the hours away, I felt another piece of myself, once broken and scattered across North America, were put back into place.

Out on the sidewalk, we hugged again.

“Bye, love,” she said. “See you tonight, after you knock’em dead.”

She started to go, but I grabbed her hand, blinking back yet more tears.

“Before I met Isaac, before I auditioned for Hamlet, before I had anything else that was good here, I had you. You were the first person to break through the walls I’d built up around myself from all that shit with Xavier, and I just want to thank you for that.”

“Dammit, Holloway,” Angie said, swiping her fingertips under her eyes.

“You’re a life saver, McKenzie, okay?” I said. “You’re a fucking life saver.”

Angie pulled me close again. “Do me a favor?” she asked, sniffling.

“Anything.”

“Tell Stanford that? Because it would save me a shit-ton in med-school tuition.”





I met my parents in the lobby of the HCT at quarter after six. It felt uncomfortable to have them over to my little cottage. Now that I was no longer depending on them for anything, their iron-clad grip on me was slippery at best. As was my grip on forgiveness.

They greeted me in the theater lobby with too-wide smiles and loud talk.

“I’m so pleased that you’re letting us throw the cast party after the performance,” my father said.

“It’s a thoughtful gesture,” I said.

“Yes, it’ll be quite nice, I think,” my mother said. “The hotel—the Renaissance—is very nice. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Funny how everything in Harmony was nice now, as opposed to when everything Midwest was beneath her. All at once, I felt incredibly sorry for them both.

“It’ll be great,” I said. “Thanks for being here. I have to go get ready now. I hope you enjoy the show.”

God, I sounded like a pre-show recording.

“Willow,” my father said. He looked about to take my hand. “I just wanted you to know I’m proud of you,” he said, stuffing his fist in his pocket. “Your reviews have been quite complimentary. And the work you and Mr. Ford are doing to keep the theater as a living piece of history in this town is quite commendable.”

He glanced down and then forced his eyes to meet mine. “I feel it’s important you know I recognize your accomplishments. And to that end, we’ll have something for you at the party. A little bit of a surprise.”

My mother’s face wore a strange look, and she nudged my father with a nervous laugh. “Let’s not ruin it now or make her nervous.”

“Yes, quite,” my father said. “After the show. Break a leg.”

They hustled into the theater before I could tell them I wanted no surprises. The party was too much already. The only reason I’d agreed to it was because my cast mates deserved a better sendoff than burgers and fries from The Scoop.

I went backstage to prepare for the show—makeup, hair, and costume. The cast assembled onstage for warm-ups, led by Martin, who was playing Krogstad. On the other side of the closed curtain, we could hear the crowd beginning to file in.

“Standing room only,” Marty said to me. “Break a leg tonight.”

“I’ll do my best.”

He started to walk away, then stopped and looked at me closer. “Everything okay?”

“Sure, fine,” I said forcing a smile.

“Closing night jitters?”

“This party my parents insists on having is kind of throwing me, I guess. Or… I don’t know what. The energy feels strange tonight. You know how the air feels right before lightning strikes? Kind of tight and humming?” I gave my head a shake. “I’ll get over it. It’s been a wonderful experience, Marty. Thank you so much. I won’t let you down.”

“Thank you for your incredible Nora, my dear,” he said. “And for seeking me out when you came back. For being such an amazing part of this theater.”