Chapter 16
Paul shifted in his narrow chair and squinted at the playbill. The small print combined with the dark theater was almost too much of a strain on his eyes, especially since this was the fourth show in two days, and he was getting a bit tired of it all. He liked Broadway musicals. He always had. But Paul found that one a week would suffice. Even two was a good number. But he would go to eight more that weekend, if that was what it took.
The playbill was no help. Not a single Jack Wells. Not a single Wells. Not a single Jack. It occurred to him that maybe Jack decided to just ditch New York altogether and return to London. He could do theater there, though it wouldn’t be musical theater, and he probably had more friends and family in England. Paul didn’t allow himself to dwell on
