I was heartbroken to hear that Scotty wasn’t quite ready to hear the truth about Portia and me. After Jack and Scotty were done with their yelling at each other back and forth, between Jack in the living room and Scotty in the loft bedroom, I motioned to Jack to come with me to the den. Scotty wouldn’t be able to hear us there, and I needed to talk to him some more about what was going on. “Have a seat, Jack,” I said. “Let me offer you a drink.” “Ooh, a cocktail. To tell the truth, I haven’t had a cocktail in several days. I’ve been too busy busting my hump trying to find more Broadway work.” “How are things going with Bob’s production?” “Oh, great. But, it’s a chorus part. I’m ready for something more big-time. But it’s a stepping stone, for sure. Thanks again for helping me get that part.” “Don’t mention it.”
