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The man at the control panel pushed up 38 N I C O L A G R I F F I T H his glasses and frowned. ” Joel pointed at his watch and shook his head. “There won’t be any shoot at all if you keep those . . Ah, hell with it—” She jumped down from her perch and strode over. She waved her arms. A moment later the arc lights went down with a thunk. The activity onstage seemed to increase. The man with the pen sat by himself, but now there was a plate of chicken on the ﬂoor by his foot. Rusen. I walked over.
A man and woman were walking with loaded plates over to a woman who presided over what looked like piles of Goodwill clothes. One man jumped off a platform about ﬁfteen feet high onto an inﬂated bag that made a gassy whoosh, and then rolled off and started climbing back up to the platform while air compressors thumped. At the far end, in a blaze of lights, about two dozen people crouched behind cameras and cranes and dollies—they seemed to have adapted some of the decades-old rail tracks inset in the ﬂoor—or paced out marks, while a worried-looking man with glasses checked and rechecked snaking cables and a control board.
Her incongruously lush, Lauren Bacall voice was always startling. ” “I spent a hell of a lot of your money making those adoption papers watertight. ” I ignored that. Laurence had probably paid her already. ” Silence, one of her go-for-broke silences. I knew what was coming. “So. ” “Bette . ” “Now don’t ‘Bette’ me, not this time. I didn’t trouble you with it last 28 N I C O L A G R I F F I T H year because your friend just died. I didn’t trouble you with it when you came in for your year-end taxes because you still looked thin and peaky.