Chapter 8
“We might have to camp out here tonight,” Frank said as they stepped into The Crown’s balcony. “I’m not sure my knees can take those stairs another time today.”
John made noises of agreement, but in truth, he felt ready to take on a full week of location shooting in Bali sleeping in a pup tent. Frank had surprised him with his familiarity on the theater’s inner workings, finding the lights without hesitation, snitching candy from the storeroom with a hastily scribbled IOU to his daughter left behind. When he led the way upstairs without even asking John where he wanted to go, John had grinned all the way up, only smoothing out his glee once Frank was looking at him again.
“We better sit in the front row, then.” John gestured toward the same section of seats where Frank had giv
