CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the week following my return to Los Angeles, I was busy with the post production editing of my interview with Theo Gray. The recorded footage was given rave reviews by the museum staff; I think they were amazed that I’d pulled it off so well on such short notice, and with a crew of strangers.
“You hide your light under a bushel, Polly,” Gary Zimmerman, our museum curator remarked on seeing my first edit.
“Thank you.”
“There’s rapport between you and Theo that’s quite remarkable,” he went on.
“You think so?”
“Great chemistry. I’m not sure I’d know anyone who could have done a better job. He can’t be an easy man to work with. And the questions. All thoughtful and intelligent. This is the best piece we’ve done.”
I almost blushed at the accolades, considering that at t
