She stood by Wilma Carson, who had come along to show her support. The monitor in front of them would play back the show in its entirety. Sitting on a bright red couch, but in no way relaxing, they awaited the theme tune that began Clarice’s hour special on Robert Swanson. As the famous music resounded and the audience cheered, Lana’s hands were slick. There was little more she could do to prepare him at this stage, he was on his own now. At least Frank would be there to calm his nerves. As Clarice made the introductions, she felt Wilma’s hand grip her arm.
‘One last chance for the boy wonder, hey sweetie’.
‘One last chance’ she muttered between clenched, nerve rattled teeth.
‘He’s like a cat that fella! Nine lives! He keeps coming back. I just hope this time sticks.’
‘Me too.’
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