Chapter Eleven
Those final weeks before the three mischievous entrepreneurs finally opened The Magic Box were a heady time of excitement and newness, and yet great and varied mental stresses as well. In a way, the long run-up toward the grand opening of the club was as nerve-wracking as pregnancy—hard work and physical exhaustion, planning and planning and spending and spending, and seemingly endless jittery months of brooding about all the terrible yet unlikely things that could go wrong, even as the promise of successful fruition gleamed so alluring and mirage-like in the unknowable future ahead. It was like working a second job for both Elizabeth and Bill, and probably for the uncomplaining Kyle as well, but one that did not yet give back any money.
Of course, it was fun, too—she coul
