"Oscar's dead," she said.
Oscar was Mary-Beth's stepfather. Mary-Beth's been my friend since high school--in fact, she was my first real girlfriend. Her father died of cancer shortly after we stopped dating, and her mother remarried a few years later. Oscar was a kind man, very handy on projects, and devoted to the Catholic church and to Buns' mother.
With only two minutes before I jumped into show mode, I couldn't allow myself to feel much. The wake is Sunday from 2-5--the exact time as my final performance. Monday is the funeral, which I won't be able to attend--big PR conference that we've been planning for over a month.
As Bob Fosse commented in All That Jazz , there's a special place in hell reserved just for me. I kid, but I hate the fact that I've become so task driven and focused--that I can't allow myself the luxury of grieving for a friend. After these next few days, that's changing.