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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. Happy Birthday in Jazz Clarinet
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. Natalie vs. Reid
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. The First Chair Wars
  15. CHAPTER NINE
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. Outplayed
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. The Prank War
  23. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  26. The Setup
  27. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  28. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY
  30. Aaron Jacobson’s Protégé
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  34. Anything But Music
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  37. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  39. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  40. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. More from the Author
  44. About the Author
  45. Also by Marisa Kanter

“Which I support. Fully,” Henry says.

I don’t know how to process this. “You’re here.”

“Yes. That has been established,” Henry says with a hesitant smile.

I check my phone for the time. “The service is about to start. Can we talk later? For real.”

Henry nods. “I’d like to.”

Without overthinking it, I reach across for a hug because at the end of the day, Henry is my person, he is here, and I don’t want to be mad at him anymore. As much as the distance sucked—Danica was right, Henry did have a right to be mad at me too.

But an apology deserves its own scene.

Not to be rushed in the minutes before Delia’s moment.

“Are you okay?” Fitz asks. “We know about Toby.”

“Right. Danica witnessed that mess.”

“You could’ve called,” Fitz says. “I’m so sorry you have to deal with that shit.”

I shrug. “It’s not like casual antisemitism is a great conversation-starter.”

“I always thought he was a bigoted shit,” Henry says.

“We need a new Moritz, stat,” I say.

“I’ll network the other choices,” Fitz assures me. “But Natalie. Come on! Please don’t bury the lede. You and Reid certainly looked… comfortable posing together,” Fitz says, gesturing toward the bima.

I snort. “You must’ve caught the last twenty seconds. Literally. Delia and Hannah can confirm. Actually, ask Aunt Jenn. Pretty sure we made her wish she missed her flight—”

I snap my mouth shut. I am babbling.

“I didn’t realize Reid’s family was included in the photo session,” Fitz says.

“Yeah. I guess it’s, like, how often does my family get professional pictures? Mom milks it when she can. And the Callahans count as family. So…”

My voice trails off.

I don’t know if I like thinking of Reid as family. I don’t think I like that at all.

Eight hours later, Delia is the star of her party.

The music is loud, the food is yum, and the challah is aplenty. Delia killed her Torah and haftarah readings this morning, just like I told her she would. Reid tried to convince her that she’s secretly musical at heart—her voice is a lot prettier than she’d ever give herself credit for. Delia said this was a onetime performance and her singing will henceforth remain exclusively in the shower, thank you very much.