Chapter 4The after-show atmosphere would have lacked the normal hugs and kisses, were it not made up mostly of magical beings once all was said and performed.
Major and Sal had recovered well enough over Act Two’s record 128 minute run to head over to the hospital to await the arrival of baby Underwood-Aldrich they informed Goose and Patrick via text. Ben, flat out on a couch in the theater’s green room lounge, wondered where all the understudies had come from.
“Tabor has connections,” Goose said truthfully. “You should call your husband, son.” He wanted to run his hand quite fatherly over Ben’s damp, sweaty hair, “he’s worried,” but had to settle for comforting from a distance.
“Yeah. I will. I have a hotel room booked, so I can come back for strike tomorrow.”
“Strike” was more theate
