A Good Marriage
By Eve Morton
By the time I entered the picture, the marriage was already in trouble, though it would take almost three years of our courtship for Jack’s parents to officially divorce.
Jack and I started to date a week after Christmas. We met at a New Year’s party where everyone else had been coupled and sentimental. They were all going to kiss at midnight, and the host ran around the small New York City apartment filled with actors and other people from the theatre to try and match up those who were single for the midnight kiss.
“It has to be done,” Shawna said, her eye make-up starting to fade in the overheated apartment. “It’s bad luck if not.”
And since everyone in this room refused to say Macbeth aloud, only referring to the Scottish Play, they took luck seriously
