Fifteen minutes later, Jenson and I made our way to the ART Station building, just in time to catch the start of the play. He was right. It was a wonderful mix of the humorous and chilling that had me, along with the rest of the audience, on the edge of our seats.
At one point, I grabbed Jenson’s hand and squeezed hard enough to make him grunt, but he didn’t complain. When the play ended, I was among the many who gave the actors a standing ovation.
On the street outside, night had fallen, and the air, though not as hot as during the daytime, was muggy and still.
“I loved it!” I gushed. “Thanks so much for that. I’d definitely see it again.”
He grabbed my hand, and we walked together back to his car. “It’s a short run production, but they’ll be playing until the end of the month.”
“Goo
