Clara left at last, making way for the Flying Tansy Twins, who were trapeze artists and ventriloquists.
“Steve’s really hurting for guests today,” Clara said to Donna.
She stood still as a production assistant from the sound department unstrapped her mike. She smiled at him, and he floundered a moment before he managed to smile back.
Rich met her in the hallway and kissed her. He fell into step beside her, and they walked toward the elevator in companionable silence, Donna trailing behind them. They were moving past the green room when a man stepped out and extended his hand to Clara.
Rich started to step between them, but Clara simply smiled. She’d already glanced into the man’s mind earlier that afternoon. They had nearly run into each other outside makeup. She already knew what he w
