“Listen,” she told Janet and me. “I hate these social things so if I get obnoxious, stop me.”
“How?” Janet asked.
“If I knew that,” I smiled, “I would have stopped it years ago.”
A valet walked up to us.
“May I get you a drink?” he asked, looking from Chris to me.
“We’ll both have scotch, neat. Single malt if you have it,” I answered.
“I believe we do,” he said, bowing his head and walking away.
“How have the readings been going?” I asked.
“They’re going great. Your partner is wonderful to work with,” Janet answered. “One of the scenes I expected to have to shoot for two days, she read flawlessly. It’s like the part was written about her.
“Here we go again,” Chris said, shaking her head. “Why does everyone insist on talking about me?”
“Because you’re here,” I said. “It’s no fun t
