All at once it was clear – this year had been the intermezzo. Julie thought that this year had been the beginning of a new road, a new life, a way of being. She had embraced it, as she believed she should. But it had not hugged back.
The relief was palpable as Julie now realized that this year had only been the short entertainment between acts to distract her from set and costume changes. This year – with its upheaval and strain, triumphs and trauma – had not been the new scene, but the diversion while larger forces were at work.
There was a thread that ran unbroken from earliest remembrances to the present. The feeling of being cut loose, unmoored and drifting for many months had been an illusion.
Now to sit back and watch it unfold, for after all, “the play’s the thing.”