Chapter THIRTEEN I can’t believe it!” Miss Patterson announced as I walked through the door. “You’re three minutes early.” “Alert the media,” I said, racing through her office to mine. “Give me a minute, will you?” “You’ve got three, why not use them all?” “I promise, I’ll be right there. Okay?” I deposited my bag on the couch, then kicked off my shoes, flipping open my phone as I did so. I flopped into a chair, my legs splayed in front of me, as I dialed. Teddie answered on the first ring. “I’m thinking a good, rousing musical,” he said without preliminaries, “where pretty people sing and dance, fall in love, and live happily ever after—all to a score written by Rodgers and Hammerstein. What do you think?” Instantly, everything I was going to say flew out of my head. Just the sound of his voice knocked me off balance and sent an arrow of delight arcing through me. “Which one? I can think of a lot of musicals that fit that bill.” “Here’s one possibility.”
