Rahab had been my best friend for so long. It was she who had sought me out, come to me under the Theatre House, to offer her assistance, her friendship. She had been so young then and yet so fearless. We had spent so many hours and days together, sometimes leaning over the piano, creating both serious and silly tunes, our jet black hair mixing as one head. Sometimes, there was laughter, activity, games and fun. Of course, there were arguments, we had those on occasion. She would be tired from the show, and I from my pursuit of Carol. Then there were yells and screams, tears, and broken objects. And sometimes, there was just the roaring silence of our thoughts as we sat there, perhaps her hand entwined with mine. I had always thought Rahab was beautiful, even when she first came to me. I had never really thought that about anyone. Carol became intoxicating as her voice became stronger, and Madeline’s dance had captivating me. It couldn’t have mattered less to me what these ladies looked like, but they were beautiful in their own way.
