Danny ushers us through the curtain, then backstage. It’s a mess of racks and costumes, mirrors and trays of cosmetics. A gaggle of women in assorted states of dress and undress chatter. Sometimes the boundary between dress and undress is unclear.
Leading us past the gaggle, she takes us to a back-room, blocked, one wall to the other, by lockers, and a woman casually dressed in jeans, tee-shirt and trainers, her long hair tied back in a ponytail. Danny nudges her. “Lily, this is the guy I was telling you about. I really think you should talk with him.”
really She shoots Danny an annoyed look. “I told you, no. I don’t want any trouble.”
no.“And I’m telling you, you should talk to him.”
shouldLily heaves an exasperated sigh, turns to me, one arm crooked to her hip. “You’re Larry, I assum
