CHAPTER 4 Kelly Harwood The Paolo Soleri Amphitheater overlooked the foothills on a cloudless, windless day in Santa Fe. I popped a mushroom into my mouth and made my way down the purple stairs of the theater as music played. What a perfect day for a solar eclipse wedding—no doubt part of Caitlyn’s plan to impress. After all these years she was still a theater kid at heart. I settled into one of the upper rows, amongst a few guests wearing Star Trek costumes and two men wearing black leather robes and sunglasses. As I looked around, I noticed all of the 12