An annoying little premonition skipped through Danby’s mind. Both Laura and Billy, he noticed, had turned from their visual repast and were regarding Miss Jones with disbelieving eyes. The moment was a critical one.
He cleared his throat. “The play isn’t really ‘wrong,’ Miss Jones,” he said. “It’s just been rewritten. You see, nobody would watch it in the original, and if no one watched it, what would be the sense of anyone sponsoring it?”
“But did they have to make it a Western?”
Danby glanced apprehensively at his wife. The disbelief in her eyes had been replaced by furious resentment. Hastily he returned his attention to Miss Jones.
“Westerns are the rage now, Miss Jones,” he explained. “It’s sort of a revival of the early TV period. People like them, so naturally sponsors sponsor t
