Page 20 of Absolute Certainty
Shaking her head, Sahar said, “It didn’t come up, and I already felt so invasive asking him twenty-one questions. Why am I like this?”
“You mean a person who cares about genuinely getting to know others? Why aren’t more people like you is the better question,” Willa replied, positioning her blush brush on her cheeks.
Sahar blended out her makeup with a sponge. “I don’t know, Wills. Few things make sense right now, including how I do—well, anything.”
Willa’s hand dropped to Sahar’s shoulder with a squeeze. “I’m here to work through whatever you want. Always.”
Acknowledging her gesture with a smile, Sahar finished off her makeup so she could join Sam for a few minutes. She lined her lips, added the nude lipstick she’d typically wear for the first half of the show, and completed the routine with hefty spritzes of setting spray.
She still had about thirty-ish minutes before she needed toget into costume. Leaving their dressing room, she strode off to Sam’s, two doors over.
It was wide open, permitting her to avoid the action of knocking. “I’m here. Let’s roll,” she signaled, joining Sam next to him in an empty chair.
“Yes!” Sam bellowed. He picked up his phone, opened Instagram, and went live. “I didn’t realize we haven’t been on together in a minute until people started asking yesterday.”
“How long has it been?” Sahar questioned.
“A few weeks,” Sam answered.
“Shit, really?”
“We’ve been busy bees,” he added before they noticed that people had started watching.
“Hello, hello—thou ask, and thou shalt receive,” Sam motioned toward Sahar.
Sahar let out a chuckle. “Hi, my loves. I’ve been made aware that it’s been a minute since we’ve done this.”
Sam pointed to a comment that read, “Sam, please never do a Shakespearean production,” and laughed out loud.
“I’d never. Don’t worry. No one would even hire me.”
“Do people know that even though you’re British, you’ve lived longer in the States?” Sahar asked.
“I don’t know. Is this something I’ve talked about?” he asked aloud to the camera, as though people would respond. “But yeah, my family moved here when I was fourteen because of my dad’s job, so I never got the West End theatrical experience. There is no Shakespeare in my acting history.”
“Meanwhile, I’ve been in almost every Shakespearean play except forOthello,” Sahar noted.
“What was your favorite?”
“Macbeth,obviously. Playing a witch with Willa. What more could I ask for?”
Hearts filled the phone screen. Sam motioned to anotherquestion that specifically asked Sahar what she was currently reading. She’d grown so accustomed to sharing the books and movies or TV shows she was watching that she realized she hadn’t talked about books in a while. Briefly, she wondered if anyone had watchedCutsorBeneath the Sunsince she had posted about them during the last two days.
“Right now, I’m reading a secret project written by a friend, so that’s been taking up most of my free time. No new books so far, but I’m more than happy to take suggestions. You all know I’m always game for historical romance.”
“Priya keeps trying to get me to read some,” Sam commented.
“And you should listen to your wife,” Sahar emphasized.
“I fear the only book I’ll be reading for the foreseeable future is some dinosaur series Ravi’s currently obsessed with.”
Sahar gave him a big grin. “You’re not going to share the title with the class? Maybe some people want to read it to their five-year-olds, too.”
“Way to embarrass me, mate. If I remembered the title, I would’ve already said it.”
She punched his shoulder playfully. “Post it when you get home.”
“You got it.” He pointed to a question that read,What are you two listening to right now?
