Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- PART ONE 1:30 p.m.–4:15 p.m.
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- PART TWO 4:15 p.m.–5:25 p.m.
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- PART THREE 5:25 p.m.–9:25 p.m.
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- Meanwhile, somewhere in upstate New York…
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- Meanwhile, somewhere on Highway 81…
- CHAPTER 20
- PART FOUR 9:25 p.m.–11:11 p.m.
- Meanwhile, in Brockville (Ontario) (Canada)…
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- Meanwhile, back in Canada…
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- PART FIVE 11:11 p.m.–3:00 a.m.
- Meanwhile, in [Redacted X X X X]…
- CHAPTER 28
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 29
- PART SIX Saturday
- CHAPTER 30
- PART SEVEN February
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- More from the Author
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY MORGAN MATSON
“Oh god, yes. I’ll text Teri and see if she wants to meet us at the diner.”
“And just what are you going to text her on?”
I laughed. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“Thank you,” she said. “I mean, it’s been my phone for a whole five hours, so…” As she talked, Stevie pulled out of the parking lot, and I made sure to look straight ahead, so as not to be tempted to look in the rearview mirror and see what was behind me.
Because after all, there was coffee and a diner breakfast in my near future. I had a brand-new crush, I had to decide what I was going to do now that I wouldn’t be in this play, not to mention that I needed to talk to my parents about why I needed another phone, And beyond that—I would just have to figure it out as I went. Like Stevie always said, I had to eat the whale one bite at a time.
I finished texting Teri just as Stevie pulled into the diner parking lot. She immediately responded that she’d be right there. “We good?” Stevie asked.
I smiled at her. “We’re great,” I said, unbuckling my seat belt, already dreaming of pancakes. “Let’s go.”
PART SEVEN February
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
—William Butler Yeats
CHAPTER 31
Stevie
Ten minutes to places!” The assistant stage manager, a sophomore named Greta, stuck her head into the green room and looked around.
“Ten minutes, thank you,” we all chorused. She nodded and hurried away.
“How are you feeling?” Teri asked, grabbing my arm and, as usual on opening nights, looking a little bit green.
“I’m feeling great,” I said, as calmly as possible. We’d all learned, over the last four years, that if you displayed even a hint of nervousness, Teri was liable to forget her first few lines. But if everyone was calm and collected, she got past her early jitters and was able to shake them off entirely by her second scene. “You’re going to be fine.”
Teri nodded and adjusted the collar of her skirt suit. Mr. Campbell had decided on a modern-day setting of King Lear. In this version, King Lear was actually the CEO of LearCorp, and the play was about the company being broken up, hostile takeovers, everyone in business attire.
Despite a rocky start, the show had really come together. I’d loved playing Cordelia, and I couldn’t wait for everyone to finally see it. I looked around for Kat, out of habit, and then realized what I was doing.