Chapter 18

“Who are you wearing?” someone inevitably called out.

“Alexander McQueen,” Julian answered, which if Rafi recalled correctly was a favorite of his, along with a number of obscure Korean designers. Not that Rafi paid a lot of attention, but he got bored at dentists’ offices like anyone, didn’t he?

“What about you, Rafi?” the reporter called, which shouldn’t have been a surprise.

“Uh, not sure,” he answered. “I’ve had this thing for ages.”

Julian glared at him in what looked like genuine outrage, but other questions were coming now as they made their way down the carpet, holding hands.

“Julian, what was the most challenging part of this role for you?”

“Lafayette’s energy. He didn’t have an off button. It’s hard to keep that up.”

“Did you do your own stunts?”

“Wherever possible. For one or two shots the director insisted on letting the experts take over.”

“In this highly-charged political atmosphere, what do think this film is telling us about the Founding Fathers’ legacy?”