“You know damn well what show!” she scolded, laying suede-fringed fabric samples out on the table in a dazzling array of colors. Who even thought the world might one day need sparkly suede in burnt orange? And where the heck did Katie find that fabric vendor? “His show that he’s doing with Marzipan. She found a couple of guys, you’ll be shocked to know, who liked the script, or at least the idea of getting their music performed on stage, and they’re working on putting it together.”
Now I was laughing at her. “Who’s in denial now? You’re embarrassed to say the name of the show, aren’t you? Better get used to the idea, sister. Your name’s gonna be on the program, you know.”