I found Ma backstage. I went left, William right.
“Who was that?” she asked. Nothing gets by Ma. Nothing. “William,” I told her. “He’s one of your cameramen.”
“And why did you walk in with William my cameraman, Eddie?”
“William Tell.”
“Great overture.” Again, we’ll go with the apple not falling too far from the tree. “So?”
“That’s his name.”
“What was his mother thinking?”
“I think it’s cute.”
She grinned. “Fine. You’re not answering the question.”
“What was the question again?”
She stared down at the script. “Never mind. Help me with my lines.” She looked up. “And, Eddie, if you’re screwing with the cameraman, please let him know that my right side is better than my left.”
I grabbed her script and found where she’d left off. “You’re amazing, Ma.”
She grinned, coyly. “I know. H
