either.â
âNo, I guess not.â
âAnd would you mind asking Rayâs girlfriend, Ericaââ
âEmily.â
âOh, thatâs right, Emily. Would you mind calling her and inviting her to come, too? I plan to let everyone say a little about what Ray meant to them, and it might do her good to hear it.â
âSure.â
âAnd donât talk to the press; weâll take care of that. Everyone else in the show is already tweeting about it, so thereâs no point in asking you not to, but just try not to say anything about the future of the show.â
âOkay.â
âAnd, Matt? I know you and Ray had gotten close. Iâm really sorry.â
âIâm sorry, too.â
I continued to stare at my phone after he hung up, as if it might spit out details that I craved but didnât dare ask. When it rang again I jumped, then turned it off and opened my laptop. I searched for reviews of the show.
A MAGICAL MOUNTAIN EVENING was both the headline and the overall theme. âLike being right there in the Smokies,â one critic gushed, as if heâd ever been south of Baltimore. âSongs that will pierce your heart while they make your feet tap,â said another, a quote I hoped ended up on the CD cover.
Damn, Rayford, I thought. Your timing is exquisite.
I took a quick shower, then called Emily and told her about Neilâs offer. She sounded numb, but she agreed to go with me.
As I rode the elevator down, it hit me all at once: Ray was dead. That smile, that goofy, stooped walk, that amazing musicianship, all were gone. Alone in that tiny metal box, I cried.
And I hated myself for my next thought, but there was no holding it back: Now weâll never know whatâs buried in the chapel of ease.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
I pushed the buzzer outside Emilyâs building in Hellâs Kitchen and said, âHey, itâs me.â She let me in without a word.
When I got to her floor, the door was already open. Emily stood in the kitchen in a black dress that wouldâve been sexy in almost any other context. As it was, she looked gaunt and willowy, like a twig in the winter.
She hugged me as soon as she saw me. âIâm not crying,â she said, as much to herself as to me. âIâm not.â
âItâs okay if you need to.â
âNo. Iâve got to make it through this without collapsing. Neil might want to hire me someday, and I donât want his most vivid memory of me to be sobbing with snot running down my face.â
I remembered my pledge to Ray to look after Emily; whatever his reason for making me promise it, I was now bound to my word. At least he seemed to be wrong about her, because she wasnât falling apart. âDo you have anything you can take?â
She shook her head. âIâll manage it, thanks.â
I looked around her slightly rumpled apartment. An overnight bag was open on the couch. âSo you were at Rayâs place last night?â
She nodded. âWe were waiting for the reviews to show up online, and he went to lie down. I came to bed about an hour later, after reading the first couple. They were raves, I couldnât wait to share it with him.â She hiccuped a little, but maintained control. âDo you think he knows? I mean, wherever he is?â
I wanted to be comforting, but I didnât have it in me. âI donât know, Emily.â
âWell, Iâm going to assume he does. And that heâs proud. Heâs got a right to be, doesnât he?â
âHe does. Are you ready?â
âNo, but Iâve never let that stop me.â
Emily turned heads the whole way to the theater. I kept looking for the black-haired woman Iâd spoken to after the show, but I donât know what I wouldâve done if Iâd seen her; my nagging, unshakable sense that she had something to do with Rayâs death wouldnât go away.
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