At the Orpheus Theater
The acting company lost one of its members
My husband
I was doing A Taste of
Honey
And Jim, the Artistic Director
Asked me if I wanted to step out
And have one of the other actresses
Take my place
I said ‘Absolutely not’
And I went on
I went on every night
Without fail
My husband and Jim were sleeping together
And Jim contracted the same disease
My husband did
I didn’t contract anything
Because my husband and I
Rarely had relations
In fact, I’m not sure we ever did
It’s been so long now
And I’ve been dead
For a few years now
A brain tumor
It was quick
Thank God
I’ve seen what happens when it’s not...quick, I mean
My husband and I got married
Because I’m from Canada
And I wanted to live in America
I was doing summer stock
In California
And he met me
We became great friends
And when I told him
I didn’t want to go back home
He said—‘To hell with it then, let’s get married’
And that’s what we did
He was a wonderful man
Losing him made me lose my faith
But not my faith in theater
If anything, it strengthened it
I came to believe in the relentlessness of art
How it just…goes on
That’s both infuriating
And comforting
When you’ve suffered a loss
The rest of the acting company rallied around me
When he passed
Even though I wasn’t the one who needed the support
Jim needed the support
So after the funeral
I went to his office
And found him
Sitting on the floor
Silently
Holding a picture of him and Chris
Like a little girl would hold a doll
I sat down next to him
I held him
They used to call him Mr. Hollywood
Because he was flashy
And kind of slimy
Like a car salesman
But the truth is
He just never had enough sincerity in his life
And I felt great compassion for him
Because of that
When he fell in love with my husband
I think it changed him
And when Chris died
I think it changed him again
When you’re broken
And fixed
And then broken again
It’s usually impossible
To try fixing yourself again
I left the acting company
After A Taste of Honey
It was too difficult
Being around the theater
All those memories
Theaters seem to hold more memories
Than normal places, don’t they?
I know people have opinions
About how we all were back then
But I don’t think about them too much
I just think of the fun stuff
Because we really did have
A lot of fun
Whatever anybody tells you
Just know this—
There was a lot of love in that building
Was it messed up, sloppy, confused
Ridiculous, complicated sort of love?
Absolutely
But it was still love
I can promise you that
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