Four
“Go out?” Eyes glued to a two-page spread of candy-colored T-shirts, I kept my voice as detached and reasonable as possible. Fairly difficult considering my near heart attack of just moments ago.
“Yeah,” he explained enthusiastically, “some of the cast and crew are going to the Red Hook. Wanna come?”
My heart started pumping again and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
The Red Hook Brewery, an ancient institution in this part of Brooklyn, was just around the corner from the studio. I had a feeling many Friday nights would begin at their famous two dollar Happy Hour.
Beer wasn’t really my thing—more like Mojitos or Mint Juleps—fine, I’d never actually had a Mint Julep, but as a Southern woman I felt honor bound to list that as a favorite—but a night out sounded like
