Chapters (65)
Butch hung up. Curly thought he was getting a little too big for his britches; tonight he would have to trim the boy’s wick a little, teach him who was still boss.
—
THE ACTRESS’S NAME was Brooke Taylor, and Butch treated her to lunch at the new Ralph Lauren restaurant in the Fifty-fifth Street store. His bosses wouldn’t complain about his spending time with a celebrity, who might become a major customer.
“What a beautiful room,” she said, looking around.
“Would you like a glass of wine with lunch?”
“No, I have to watch my weight. I’ve no time to lose pounds before we begin production.”
He ordered mineral water for them both.
“Last night was a lovely evening,” he said, “particularly the very last part of it.”
“I thought so, too.”
“Once you start shooting, what will your schedule be like?”
“When we’re shooting interiors I start at nine—it’s in my contract—and I don’t work after six, except for night exteriors. When we shoot morning exteriors, it’s likely that I’ll be speaking lines by seven AM. It’s a thing about the light.”
“I’m just figuring out how I can spend as much time as possible with you without exhausting you.”
“If I’m in bed by ten—and asleep by midnight—I’ll be fresh as a daisy when the car comes for me.”
“Now that’s a schedule I can live with.”
“But not when we’re doing morning exteriors. I have to be asleep early on those days.”
“I can live with that.”
“Good, because you’ll have to. This is going to be a career-making series for me, and I’m not going to screw it up just to get laid.”
“And I wouldn’t allow you to, on my account. I want to see you happy at all times.”
“And if the series goes the way I think it will, then I will be happy. The writing is outstanding, and the production values will be deluxe. My set apartment is almost as nice as the one I live in.”
“Which is very nice indeed. I compliment you on your taste and style.”
They ordered lunch and both made do with a salad.
“Where did you get your schooling?” she asked at one point.
“Groton and Yale,” he replied truthfully, not mentioning his graduate course in being a convict. Then he reconsidered. “There’s something you should know about me, and you’d better know it now.”
“That sounds ominous.”