BACKSTAGE ROMANCE.
Christina pulled me aside for an awkward hug and whispered, "You're a lucky man, Daniel Lewis."
The afternoon of the final performance, we were hurrying around the house—our house, in just a little more than a month it would be home for real and I could call it that—getting ready to leave. After much discussion, we had decided to bring four of Ron Gordon's plays for Scott to see: one comedy and the final three dramas, which made up a trilogy about a tragic love affair between two men in the 1930s.
"Babe, where are the copies of those scripts for Scott?" I asked, searching the bedroom.