But that was crazy, right? Ray had been sick, and with Emily the whole time.
When we were about a block from the Armitage, a voice behind us said, âExcuse me. Muh-Mister Johansson?â
We stopped and turned. The dreadlocked girl stood demurely there, head down, her shoulders shaking. âI j-just wanted to say ⦠how sorry I am to hear about ⦠Ray Parrish. I know he was your friend, andââ
âWho the hell are you?â I asked, my temper going from zero to sixty almost at once. âWhy the fuck have you been following Ray around?â
She burst into tears. âIâm so sorry, I am, I didnât mean any harm, I wasnât doing anything, I never spoke to him, just like she told meââ
âLike who told you?â
People stopped around us to watch the scene.
âIâm so sorry,â she said again, almost a wail. Then she turned and ran off. In moments she was lost in the crowd.
âWho was that?â Emily asked, eyes wide with surprise.
âRayâs stalker,â I said.
âRay had a stalker?â
âYeah.â The urge to chase her down was overwhelming, but my main duty at the moment was to Emily, and to the cast of the show.
âHe never told me about it,â she said numbly. âNever mentioned a word.â
âHe probably didnât want to worry you.â Then I took her hand and we resumed our walk.
Some of the cast waited outside, smoking and looking despondent. We nodded and muttered hellos as we entered. The lobby was empty, and I heard murmuring inside the auditorium.
Emily stopped. âOh my God. Thereâs a lot of people here.â
âYeah.â
âI donât know why, but I didnât think of that. Iâm the girlfriend, theyâll all be watching me, to see if their stories make me cry. Wonât they?â
That was Emily: the center of the universe even when it wasnât her funeral. If sheâd been malicious about it, I wouldâve hated her, but I knew there was a fair bet she was right. We were a bunch of actors, after all.
âWe can leave if you want,â I said.
She stood up straight, put her shoulders back, and said, âNo. Ray deserves this to be about him, not me. Right?â
âRight,â I agreed as wholeheartedly as I dared. She took my arm and we went into the auditorium.
Neil stood on the edge of the stage, talking to a few people in the orchestra pit. He looked up when we entered, then waved us down front. There were probably forty people there, cast and crew and friends whom weâd all gotten to know to various degrees. Everyone looked solemn and preoccupied, and a few people had the red, bleary signs of recent tears. I helped Emily settle into a seat on the front row, sat beside her, and waited for whatever would come.
Neil said, âEllie, would you let everyone know weâre going to get started?â
Ellie went backstage, and a moment later her voice came over the house PA. âPlease come and take your seats. Weâre ready to begin.â
The people outside filed in at an appropriately funereal pace, and Neil waited patiently for them to get settled. We were clustered at the front of the seats, except for those few who sat far in the back for their own reasons.
âThis is an unexpected and sad occasion,â Neil said. âThis has never happened to me before, and Iâm not at all sure what to say here, so if I ramble, please excuse me. First, for those of you in the cast and crew, the show is not closing. Youâve all seen the reviews; weâve got a hit here, and truthfully, we all knew it anyway. But we are shutting down for a week out of respect for Ray, and to get our own heads together. When we do open, I donât want any of us thinking of anything but how great it is to be doing this play.â
That seemed an unrealistic goal, but I knew it was just to give us something to focus on other than
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