On this particular morning, the extras had to be taken to the set in a smaller bus in two loads, as the larger bus had broken down yet again. Django was in the first load, and by the time Lilo got to the enclosure, he was almost jumping up and down with excitement. “You found a way for you and Mama to get in close-up shots.” “Not me, but definitely you and we’ll think of something for your mother.” “I don’t need a way. It’s you and Mama who need a way.” “Don’t quibble. This could really work out.” “But what about you?” “I’m working on it. I’ll organize something.” “All right. So what have you organized for me?” “Tante Leni can’t ride.” “Can’t ride what?” Lilo asked blankly. “A horse — mein Gott!” He slammed his palm into his head as if to say, how stupid can you be? “She almost fell off this morning.” “These old plugs? They hardly move,” Lilo said, glancing over at the corral. “But you can ride. They think it’s too dangerous for Leni to try the riding scenes.
