Brian and Christine
“That doesn't sound good” said Brian.
“No, but Tom has looked at those before.”
“What should we do?”
“Well” said Wendy “I’m going over to my office to see what’s going on. I still have to make a living. While I’m there I'll get a marriage license in the works and call my friend Judge Parks to set it up. Unless you want to take the day off and run over to Nevada to do it.”
“No, that’s okay, I’ll take it as it comes.”
“You sure? We could hire an Elvis Presley interpreter.”
“Sounds like fun, but let’s stay here.”
“Okay. What are you going to do?”
“I have to finish this script and take it over to Silverstone to talk about it. I have a couple of stars in mind for it. The choice is ultimately up to Myron Bloom, but at least I can discuss it with him.
After a nice warm kiss and an affection goodbye-for-now, Wendy went off to her law firm. Brian went to his computer, read through the script again, made a few minor changes, emailed it to Silverstone Studios with an FYI for Myron Bloom, and then printed out two copies. He called Bloom’s secretary to find out when he would be there.
Brian had some lunch and that afternoon went over to Silverstone and when he got to Bloom’s office the secretary told him to go right on in. When he opened the door Myron leaned back in his chair and said “Well, ‘The Iceman Cometh,’ at last.
Myron Bloom was a man in his 50s, bald, wearing sunglasses, in his shirtsleeves and smoking a pipe. He was a very successful Hollywood motion picture producer. He had an amazing knack for finding talent, and he knew it. He was a tough boss, rough on the lazy and a rewarder of the hard working. He was a difficult man but everyone who worked for him trusted him.
“What took you so long?”
Brian again explained about the experience in Buffalo Gap, the amputation of his toes, the hearing about whether he was really on board the plane, how it was resolved and then getting Christy into her foster home. Then he said “By the way, I’m getting married.”
“No shit” said Myron, “who’s the unlucky woman?”
“You probably know her, Wendy Klein from Tom Bloom’s office.”
“Yes, I’ve met her, beautiful gal. How did this come about?”
“Tom sent Wendy over to Arizona to help solve that stupid case against me, and I guess we sort of fell for each other.”
“So when is this going to happen, and am I invited?”
“Soon, and of course you’re invited. Wendy’s working out the details and she knows a judge who will do it right away.”
“So, other than nuptials and a honeymoon is there any other thing to keep you from coming back to work? The girl is settled, you said?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“What’s she like? Is she fresh young meat for us?”
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s more interested in drawing and painting than in making movies.”
“Well, bring her by, let me meet her. From your description she sounds like an amazing kid.”
“She is. But unfortunately I can’t bring her here because that foster home won’t let her out and I can’t go and see her without a reservation, a month from now, and I have to pay a thousand bucks to see her for an hour.”
“That’s terrible, TERRIBLE! Is there anything I can do?”
“Not unless you can figure our a way to adopted her. They don’t allow their girls to be adopted.”
“I don’t know.”
“I have an idea.”
(To be continued