haven’t heard from any call backs.”
Noelle cracked her gum and rolled her eyes simultaneously, a particular skill of hers.
“It’s not instantaneous. It’s a lot of hard work. You know that, Abby. Most people try for years and years before they get even one small role. You can’t give up after a few rejections and you sure can’t let life get in the way, but you also can’t give up on having a life. I don’t know what things were like in North Meadow—“
“South Meadow,” Abby cut in. “There is no North Meadow.”
Noelle gave Abby one of those disbelieving city girl looks she frequently wore but continued. “Right. I don’t know what things were like for you out in the country. But you’re here now. Let it go, girl. Let yourself be happy. It’s the only way to succeed. ”
Abby gave her coworker a surprised grin. It wasn’t like the wise-cracking, jokester Noelle to be so serious or so intuitive. If Noelle could pick up on Abby’s hesitation and her lingering resistance to hoping for too much, then William certainly could. And maybe that was part of the hesitation she sensed in him.
“You’re right, Noelle,” Abby said.
“I know I am,” her coworker replied. “I’m always right. Now promise me you’ll talk to him about what’s really bothering you. You can’t start a relationship without honesty.”
Abby laughed. Noelle could sometimes be incredibly wise beyond her youthful years. Abby supposed that was what the city life did to you; she had already experienced so many new sensations since she had moved in. Besides that, what Noelle said so closely mirrored what Abby had read on her inspirational calendar that morning that she knew it was not a message which she could just ignore.
“Okay, I promise,” she said. “I’m going to let William know who I really am.”
And who Angie really was, Abby finished firmly to herself.
Chapter Seven
Abby was resolved. As she left the Home Sweet later that night after completing her double shift, the clock nearly ticking towards midnight, she sat on the empty, silent subway car and thought of William and what she would tell him, how she would begin.
Being alone in New York City was a rare thing. She had begun to make her peace with the ever-present throng of people pushing up against her and past her on the streets and sidewalks and subways of the energetic urban island. Finding an empty subway car, even at this hour was particularly unusual. Abby was resolute in using the time alone and being in the quiet as an opportunity to think, however the quiet itself along with the grinding sound of the subway train chugging forward served as an even greater distraction.
The truth was that she wasn’t much for quiet considerations anymore. That’s William’s fault, she thought, bemused. Lately they had been together all the time and when they weren’t Abby found her mind always turning back to her handsome neighbor. Even lying awake at night she’d think about the thin apartment wall that separated them. She’d find herself wondering what he was doing and wondering if he was thinking of her with the same secret elation.
They’re burgeoning close relationship reminded Abby of happier days with her twin, the days in which they had been an inseparable duo and always able to trust each other with everything. And then how all of that had been ruined. Abby had ruined it herself with a mix of jealousy and resentment. She had ruined it by not being open with her sister and she was determined to not let history repeat itself in her new almost-romance with William.
Abby used the rest of the subway ride and the brief walk up to her apartment building to formulate just exactly what she was going to tell William about her past and the grief that she couldn’t seem to let go of. By the time she
Noelle cracked her gum and rolled her eyes simultaneously, a particular skill of hers.
“It’s not instantaneous. It’s a lot of hard work. You know that, Abby. Most people try for years and years before they get even one small role. You can’t give up after a few rejections and you sure can’t let life get in the way, but you also can’t give up on having a life. I don’t know what things were like in North Meadow—“
“South Meadow,” Abby cut in. “There is no North Meadow.”
Noelle gave Abby one of those disbelieving city girl looks she frequently wore but continued. “Right. I don’t know what things were like for you out in the country. But you’re here now. Let it go, girl. Let yourself be happy. It’s the only way to succeed. ”
Abby gave her coworker a surprised grin. It wasn’t like the wise-cracking, jokester Noelle to be so serious or so intuitive. If Noelle could pick up on Abby’s hesitation and her lingering resistance to hoping for too much, then William certainly could. And maybe that was part of the hesitation she sensed in him.
“You’re right, Noelle,” Abby said.
“I know I am,” her coworker replied. “I’m always right. Now promise me you’ll talk to him about what’s really bothering you. You can’t start a relationship without honesty.”
Abby laughed. Noelle could sometimes be incredibly wise beyond her youthful years. Abby supposed that was what the city life did to you; she had already experienced so many new sensations since she had moved in. Besides that, what Noelle said so closely mirrored what Abby had read on her inspirational calendar that morning that she knew it was not a message which she could just ignore.
“Okay, I promise,” she said. “I’m going to let William know who I really am.”
And who Angie really was, Abby finished firmly to herself.
Chapter Seven
Abby was resolved. As she left the Home Sweet later that night after completing her double shift, the clock nearly ticking towards midnight, she sat on the empty, silent subway car and thought of William and what she would tell him, how she would begin.
Being alone in New York City was a rare thing. She had begun to make her peace with the ever-present throng of people pushing up against her and past her on the streets and sidewalks and subways of the energetic urban island. Finding an empty subway car, even at this hour was particularly unusual. Abby was resolute in using the time alone and being in the quiet as an opportunity to think, however the quiet itself along with the grinding sound of the subway train chugging forward served as an even greater distraction.
The truth was that she wasn’t much for quiet considerations anymore. That’s William’s fault, she thought, bemused. Lately they had been together all the time and when they weren’t Abby found her mind always turning back to her handsome neighbor. Even lying awake at night she’d think about the thin apartment wall that separated them. She’d find herself wondering what he was doing and wondering if he was thinking of her with the same secret elation.
They’re burgeoning close relationship reminded Abby of happier days with her twin, the days in which they had been an inseparable duo and always able to trust each other with everything. And then how all of that had been ruined. Abby had ruined it herself with a mix of jealousy and resentment. She had ruined it by not being open with her sister and she was determined to not let history repeat itself in her new almost-romance with William.
Abby used the rest of the subway ride and the brief walk up to her apartment building to formulate just exactly what she was going to tell William about her past and the grief that she couldn’t seem to let go of. By the time she
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