Chapter 11

“Not that it’ll stop some people,” Neil replied.

The rest of the tables were on the other side the room, with chairs so that people could sit to eat and watch the goings-on. There was a bandstand at the far end of the room, where a small combo was playing something with a fast beat. A number of the attendees were already on the floor, rocking to the music. Others were standing in groups, talking while they ate and drank. The walls were decorated with framed photos of many of Neil’s classmates.

“Ha, you made it on the wall of fame, or is it shame,” Kev said with a grin, pointing to one of the photos. It had been taken on closing night of the last show Neil had been involved with. He shuddered at the embarrassed look on his face. Like that was the last place I wanted to be—on stage with the cast and crew.

They checked out a few more of the photos, finding one of Zeke. “I almost didn’t recognize him without the beard,” Kev said. “It was the supercilious smile that clued me in.”