The Calloway was decked out in the white lights Broadway was known for, its marquee, its window cases, adorned with pull quotes from reviewers who had seen the merits of this unlikely play, Triskaidekaphobia. Fear of the number thirteen, a story that lived up to its name in theme and staging. Jimmy had liked it enough, even if during previews the production had been beset with scandal: the playwright receiving threatening messages, a literal murder happening on stage. Such stories kept the play on the front page, and on the boards. Jimmy solving the case had actually brought down receipts. Now, a sign hung under the marquee, announcing Final Weeks.
More like Final Shows. After tonight, they had three performances remaining.
Another show would come in during the Fall season, Wellington Ca
