There’s a silence here between us

Jenna picked at her salad with one hand and flipped her black curls off her forehead with the other. Her high cheekbones, which I have often seen pale and drawn, had a pleasant pink flush. She was happy, and I was happy to see her.

“I want to thank you again for doing Orpheus Descending with me,” I said. “Two years ago, was it?”

“Almost to the day,” said Jenna. Her twenty-seven year old cheeks dimpled dutifully.

“Did you ever see Alan after the show ended?” I asked.

I saw a little shadow pass over her face. “We exchange e-mails from time to time,” she said. “But, no, once the play was over I never saw him again.”

“What happened between you and Alan?” I asked.

“Oh, I fell in love with him. Did you not know? Yes,” she said. “Or perhaps I fell in love with the character he was playing. Or both.”

I decided to change the subject. “How is the married life?”

Jenna smiled. “Oh, Chris is a dear. We’ve been married for three years, and things are much better between us now. He’s okay with you and I having dinner together.”

“I never quite understood why Chris hated me so much,” I said. “Why did he refuse to let you visit me for all those months?”

Jenna dropped the piece of bread on the plate. “During Orpheus Descending, my husband was convinced that I was in love with another man. He was right, of course. He was just wrong about who the other man was.”

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