All Our Broken Pieces by Annette K Larsen

Author:Annette K Larsen [Larsen, Annette K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781724928795
Publisher: Hidden Falls Publishing
Published: 2018-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

8

THE NEXT NIGHT, I made it home just before eleven. Even though I expected the exhaustion, the severity still surprised me. Dress rehearsals wrung me out and hyped me up at the same time.

I stepped into the shower and as soon as I stuck my head under the spray, the smell of Aquanet filled the damp air around me. I scrubbed myself clean before pulling on pajamas and crawling onto my mattress, ready to sleep like the dead.

The rest of the week was more of the same. I tended to stay on campus in between classes to get my homework done in the library before rehearsals started.

Alex and I texted intermittently throughout the day. He liked to find unique Cookie Monster memes if he thought I needed to be cheered up. It worked.

We had one day off in between dress rehearsals and opening night. I slept half the day then vegged out on my couch until Alex got off work and came over.

I opened the door to find him standing there with a container of oversized cookies.

“You’re my favorite now,” I said as I divested him of the cookies with one hand and wrapped my other arm around him.

He kissed me hello before scooting us farther into the room so he could close the door. Then he held up a sack of Chinese food. “I also brought sustenance.”

“Yay! Something besides mac ’n cheese.”

He chuckled, and I didn’t bother telling him I was serious. I’d been practically living off the stuff for the past week.

We ate on the couch while I gave him a rundown of my week and he gave me the highlights of his. We both knew the basics, having kept in touch over text, but I was glad to hear the details of the shipment debacle at work that he was almost blamed for, and the crisis that turned out not to be a crisis with one of his brothers. The younger brother, I think. I still didn’t have their names straight.

“So, your show opens tomorrow?”

“Yup.”

“Is your mom coming?”

I stared into my food and shrugged. “Not sure.”

“Does she usually?”

“It’s hit and miss.” I tried to sound like it wasn’t a big deal, even though it was. She said she couldn’t afford the gas money to drive all the way to Denver. I tried to understand that, to take her at her word, but I couldn’t help thinking she should be willing to pay a little in order to be here for me. But she had come to my last performance. The one that happened only three weeks after Devin died. She’d made the effort to come for that. That had been a big deal for me.

“Have you talked to her lately?”

I shook my head.

“Why not?”

“My mom and I don’t talk unless we have something to talk about.”

He gave me a look like he couldn’t figure me out. “You’re wondering if she’s going to come to your show. Why not call and ask?” He made it sound so easy.

“We don’t have that kind of relationship.

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