When they’d finished breakfast and were leaving the hotel, Ray had a sudden idea. “Wait a minute.”
He walked over to the concierge desk.
Reading the name tag of the distinguished-looking gentleman standing behind the desk, Ray said, “Good morning, Jenkins.”
“Good morning, Mr. Cunningham,” the man returned. “What can I assist you with today?”
“Is there anything by Lerner and Loewe playing on Broadway?” He looked back at Br’er and smiled.
“Let me check,” Jenkins replied. He turned to his computer. After a minute or so he frowned and said, “No, I’m sorry, nothing by Lerner and Loewe.”
“Oh,” Ray said, clearly disappointed. “What is playing right now?”
“Well,” the concierge said, looking back to the computer. “There’s Wicked…Phantom, Kinky Boots…Lion King, of course, Chicago, and—”
Ray
