When planning his visit to Julian on the Freaks set, Rafi had been surprised at how late Julian wanted him to come.
“It’s not a nine-to-five job,” Julian had said with his usual hint of impatience. “Whatever shots you need to get that day, you stay until you’ve gotten them. Action scenes are the worst, I don’t anticipate we’ll be finished before ten o’clock. Unless you want to hang out at the set all day, which I assure you you do not, then driving me home will involve showing up no earlier than nine.”
“All right then, nine,” Rafi said, throwing his hands up in surrender, though of course Julian couldn’t see it over the phone. “Can we still count on paps being around at that hour? I’d hate to waste our time on a publicity stunt without publicity.” He made sure to inject that last sentenc
