Throughout his career, actor John Paravati has stuck with what he told the gossip rags -- he's been in like, in lust, even in respect once or twice, but never love. All he's ever cared about is performing. If he's stuck now doing commercials for cruise lines, at least it's better than shilling adult diapers.<br><br>But Hollywood pretends, and John is a master. Because once upon a time, he loved two things more than anything -- his best friend Frank and the movie palace he used as sanctuary.<br><br>Over fifty years ago, John ran away from his hometown. Now, someone has restored the theater he left behind, and they want John at its relaunch. The memories still sting, but he agrees to attend, even though it means dealing with heartache. At seventy-seven, he's too old to hold onto the hurt. The question is, however, is he too old to start over once it's gone?

The Hearts of Yesteryear

“Because I love you. I want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She jerked her chin at John. “You think I’d put up with such a diva for anyone else?”


“It’s okay,” John said, letting his smile loose. “She’s right. I can be a diva.”


Frank sagged back in the couch, shaking his head in disbelief. “I thought I was so careful.”


“You were, Dad. But who else ever saw you the way I did?”


He could’ve kissed her for that response. After all the torment Frank put himself through, he deserved the love she was currently showering on him.


And now John was in the way. This was the best possible outcome, but father and daughter clearly needed time together.


“I should probably go,” he said, rising. “Let you two talk some more.”


Chapter 28