Chapter Four
My body and heart dwelt on the question KC raised, but I had no immediate answer. I did pull myself back together, treating my life less recklessly than I had in previous weeks. In the back of my thoughts I could feel his final commands helping me keep focused; but it was not enough—not stern, harsh or determined enough to answer my inner turmoil. After a few days, I found myself beginning to slip back…I needed KC more. Even though, I was reluctant to see him.
Sure that he’d be questioning me if I suddenly showed up at the theatre, I avoided returning. And yet, as before, the more I stayed away, the more the drive to see him increased. Two weeks after our last meeting, I caught the theatre review in the paper for his latest show. Acting on impulse, I decided to go. Maybe i
