“Because I’m in love.”
• • •
Kate and David arrive just before curtain. She’d meant to come straight from the airport, but when she’d seen David, she had been overcome. It was a bit silly, really. It had only been a few days since she’d seen him, and they’d been together for five years. But she’d been feeling roiled since last night. A good Shakespearean performance was known to have aphrodisiacal effects. So when David arrived, she’d hustled him back to her Major Booger hotel and had her way with him. Then they’d fallen asleep and gotten themselves massively lost on the way to the park (someone should mention to city planners that Amsterdam was laid out like a rat’s maze, albeit a very pretty rat’s maze) and now here they are.
I hope I haven’t oversold it, Kate thinks as the lights go down. She has essentially promised Willem an apprenticeship based on last night’s performance, but David has to agree. She is sure David will agree. Willem had been that good. But she is nervous now. They’ve offered apprenticeships to foreigners before, but sparingly, because the visa paperwork and union issues are such a headache.
Willem enters the stage. “As I remember . . .” he begins as Orlando.
Kate breathes a sigh of relief. She hasn’t oversold it.
• • •
It is better than last night. Because there are no walls. No illusions. This time, they know exactly who they are speaking to.
“The little strength that I have, I would it were with you”.
She is his Mountain Girl.
“What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?”
No more pretending. Because he knows. She knows.
“Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.”
She believes. They both do.
“I would kiss before I spoke.”
The line is a kiss. Their kiss.
“For ever and a day.”
For ever and a day.
• • •
“Holy shit,” David says to Kate when it is over.
Kate thinks I told you so, but doesn’t say anything.
“And this is the hitchhiker you gave a ride to in Mexico?”
“I keep telling you, he wasn’t a hitchhiker.” David has been giving her grief about giving a ride to a stranger for months now. Kate keeps reminding him that all people are strangers, initially. “Even you were a stranger to me once,” she’d said.
“I don’t care if he was three-legged ape,” David says now. “He’s unbelievable.”
Kate smiles. She loves lots of things, but she especially loves to be right.
“And he wants to apprentice with us?”
“Yep,” Kate says.
“We can’t keep him off a stage for long.”
“I know. He’s green. The training will do him good. And then we can sort out union issues and get him up there.”
“He’s really Dutch?” David asks. “He has no accent.” He stops for a second. “Listen to that. They’re still applauding.”
“Are you jealous?” Kate teases.
“Should I be?” David teases back.
“That boy is hopelessly in love with some American girl he found and lost in Paris. As for me, I’m hopelessly in love with some stranger I met five years ago.”
David kisses her.
“Do you really have to go back tonight?” Kate asks. “You could come out after with Willem really quickly and then we could give the squeaky bed at the Major Booger another go.”
“Just one?” David asks.
They kiss again. The audience is still applauding.
• • •
Allyson notices the kissing couple. It’s hard not to, because people are starting to meander out of the theater and they are still kissing. And because, much as she’s looking forward to getting to know Willem’s friends, what she really wants to do is what that couple is doing.
And then the couple breaks apart, and Allyson gasps. The woman! She’s the woman from last night. The one she’d seen Willem with. The one she’d thought he was in love with. As of this afternoon, she no longer thought that. And now she really doesn’t think that.
“Who is that?” Allyson asks Broodje, pointing to the woman.
“No idea,” Broodje says. Then he points to the stage door. “Look, here comes Willy.”
Allyson feels paralyzed all of a sudden. Last night, she’d stood at that very stage door and Willem had breezed right by her, into the arms of that other woman. The one who is now in the arms of that other man.
This is not last night. This is tonight. And Willem is walking right toward her. And he is smiling. Wren thrusts the bouquet Wolfgang prepared (an enormous bouquet; it almost capsized the bike on the ride to the park) into her arms.
The bouquet is smashed in about five seconds. Because Willem doesn’t seem to give a shit about the flowers or the crowd of people waiting for him. He seems to be heeding Orlando’s words tonight.
“I would kiss before I spoke.”
And for the second time in a day, he does.
And, oh, what a kiss. It makes the one this morning seem chaste. It makes the flowers smashed between them bloom all at once. Allyson could live in that kiss.
Except she hears laughter behind them. And a voice, an unfamiliar one, though Allyson knows at once that it belongs to the redhead.
“I take it you found her then,” the voice says.
• • •
It takes ages for them all to troop out of the park. There are so many of them: Willem, Allyson, Broodje, Henk, W, Lien, Max, Kate, David. Wolfgang and Winston, the guy from the hotel whom Wren has been spending time with, are joining them later. The logistics are complicated. This one left a bike back there. This one is meeting them over here.