Chapter Fifteen
The next morning the Jiffy wagon was pulled up to the gates of the cemetery. Steve, looking at the viewing screen of a tripod mounted camera got the truck positioned alongside a ten foot iron gate that looked to be right out of Wuthering Heights. When he was satisfied, he motioned for a girl to take her mark.
“Camera’s rolling. Action.”
The girl flounced into the frame and rocked on her heels as the uniformed driver opened the side of his truck. There was a smile, an exchange of money, and the girl skipped though the gate with her ice cream and vanished beyond some bushes.
“Cut.”
“Jesus, Steve. Is she even legal? Eighteen at least?” Katie eyed the girl as she retook her place by the truck: There was a mop of blond curls, barrettes, wide blue eyes, and a Lit’ Bo Peep dr
