"Jerry Romero?" David repeated into the phone. "Really?" Gaylord Price responded with his cultured chuckle. "Yes, Jerry Romero. A whole hour, and not the daytime show, my boy. He wants to use you and Body House in a prime time special." "When will it air?" "Currently, it's scheduled for the week before Halloween." Gaylord cleared his throat. "Your new novel will be on the stands." "I know," David said happily. "I know. Tell me the details." "He'd like to film sometime around the end of August. He would also like to set up a band in the ballroom to play music from the era and have appropriately dressed actors do a bit of turn-of-the-century cavorting. Color, you know." "Great." "He also wants to bring in a psychic and film a séance." David's stomach did a quick square knot. "I don't know about having a séance here." "Why ever not? It’s all in fun, after all." "I understand that," David said carefully. He wished he knew how to explain his reasons to Gaylord without coming off like a superstitious idiot.
