Cathy continued her way down the stairs, fumbling through her purse.

Where is it where is it where is it… okay okay got it

She punched in the numbers quickly and held the phone close to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Sharon?"

"Yeah… what's up?"

A sniffle came through the phone.

"Cathy… what is it? Okay look if that audition or callback or whatever went bad, just forget it. They're all jerks. Cathy?"

Oh God oh God oh God

"Sharon," she mumbled through quick, tense breaths, "Sharon I've gotta… oh God…"

"Okay slow down for a minute – breathe – what happened?"

"That audition - - that 'new play' – you know, the one that wanted a 'fresh face'?"

"Yeah?"

"He wrote it."

"Who wrote it?"

"Jamie wrote it"

"Oh God"

"I know"

"Okay. Where are you now?"

"Getting a cab back to the apartment"

"Okay stay calm, I'll meet you there."

Cathy curled up on the couch.

Seems like I end up in this position a lot lately.

Damn.

Damn damn damn.

All she had needed was some time away from him – the past couple of days were a blur of Jamie-ness. The book, the phone call, the apartment – his apartment, back to their apartment – her apartment, the audition - it was all too much.

She grabbed her comforter – still on the sofa from the night before – and pulled it over her head. She had slept on the couch that night – sleep just hadn't come in that bed. Sort of like right after he left. She had slept on Sharon's couch for over a month. Even after she moved back to the apartment, it was hard to think of it as her bed, not theirs – her apartment, her sofa, her kitchen – she hadn't been able to straighten it out. It took time. Almost a year – the tour helped, getting back to the city was hard, but Cathy was just about ready to declare herself healed – ready to move on. Then this.

"Cathy, honey, I'm sorry."

Sharon had let herself in.

"It's okay," Cathy replied, poking her head out from under the blanket, "I just need to get this out of my system, you know? Have a little pity party, then get back to work. I'm going to another audition Friday, so maybe, you know…"

"Yeah, that'll be good," she smiled, pushing her cousin to a sitting position and taking a place on the couch next to her, "Maybe you should call that guy back. I thought you said you had a good feeling about him?"

"Who, Steven? Oh. Well… It's only been, what, two days since he called – all this has been happening – I just figured…"

"Come on, call him up. You deserve it. He's hot. He's successful. He's available"

"You're right. You're absolutely right."

She pushed the blanket aside and grabbed her purse off the coffee table.

MISSED 2 CALLS

Cathy fumbled around with the phone, attempted to find out who these missed calls might be from.

Probably Mom… wanting to know if I got the part or not. Boy, is she in for a surprise.

MISSED CALLS

X 9174834975

4:04 PM

X Jamie

4:35 PM

Well this is just great.

"I'm going to go ahead and check my voice mail."

She pressed and held "1", entered her password, and waited.

"You have two new messages.

First new message: 'Cathy, hello, this is George Randall. We'd like to see you one more time for the role of Shannon. We'll see you Wednesday at noon. If you have any questions or problems, give us a call."

Next message: 'Hey… it's me. Just wanted to call and say congrats. See you Wednesday. Don't freak out.

End of messages"

Hurmph…

"Don't freak out… what did he mean by…"

"What did who mean? What, what is it?" Sharon interrupted.

"I got another callback. And Jamie says congratulations and for me not to freak out."

"This is weird."

"Tell me about it. First I don't talk to the guy for almost a year – except for those weird lawyer-money-talks, and now I'm in competition for the lead in his play and he's calling me to say 'congrats'?"

"Yeah. Definitely weird."

"What do I do?"

"What else can you do? You go to the callback."

"Okay. Okay yes. That's probably a good idea. There's no way they're going to do that though."

"You never know"

"But what about Jamie?"

"What about him?"

"What do I do about Jamie?"

"Nothing. You do exactly what you've done for a year now. You move on."

"Okay I'm not 'not' moving on, I'm just saying that we're going to have to see each other again, and we might as well be civil. We had a nice conversation yesterday. It was fun."

"Nice conversation? Fun? Oh God."

"What?"

"I can see it in your eyes."

"I don't like where this is going."

"You feel something for-"

"Don't go there Sharon. Don't do it."

Cathy stood.

"I don't, and I won't. He left me. A year ago. It's over, it's done. I won't… I can't do that again. Sure, he's Jamie – he's got that something about him – but I… I will not go there. We're going to be friends. We can do that. We're both civilized adults."

"I know, honey, it's just that… you have trouble when it comes to him. You have trouble not… falling, hard and fast."

"I won't give him that. He thinks he's still got that power over me and its just not true. I won't be that girl again, Sharon, I just won't. I'm over it. I'm… I'm calling Steven. Right now."