For the next month, Max and Deacon spent as much time together as possible, considering their different work schedules. Movies, preceded or followed by dinner were their primary dates on Sundays, although one Sunday evening they’d opted for a long walk in the park, instead. “Before it gets too cold to enjoy it,” Deacon had said when he’d suggested it.
One Friday night, Deacon closed the shop early so he and Max to go to opening night of Jack’s show at the college.
“He’s very good,” Deacon said while they waited, afterward, to congratulate Jack on his performance.
“I know,” Max replied proudly. “I think I have a budding Broadway star on my hands.”
“Not movies?” Deacon asked.
“Who knows? Right now, he says he’s more interested in legitimate theater.”
Jack appeared at that point, smilin
