The Trinity Village concert was tonight. What if the kids forget the words, or she forgets to cue a solo? She just wanted to go back home and crawl into her pajamas. Showtime. The chorus took the stage, and Susan lifted her baton. When they finished, the audience gave them a standing ovation…at least those who could stand, gave her one. Susan was glowing inside, proud of her students’ performances. It brought back memories. The male nurse hung out in his usual spot by the door, his sleeping wheelchair patient at his side. Fortunately, Susan hadn’t gotten any indication that he recognized her from the night he’d locked her in the closet. After all, it was dark then and he was in a hurry. Alonzo, Lynette, Annalise, Evan, and Audrey all sat in the front row. She swore she saw George in the back row, but by the time the chorus took their bows, he’d disappeared. “Wonderful job, Susan! Celia would have been proud,” said Alonzo. “Beautiful,” said Audrey. “Too bad the press wasn’t here to write something positive about our school for a change.”
