or you headed home?â
Daniel shakes his head. âIâve seen this show before. And Iâm guessing Iâll need to be here early to feed you ibuprofen and make sure youâre presentable.â
âIâm presentable. I am always presentable.â Tommy pours two glasses and steps out from behind the bar. He carries both glasses in his left hand, the bottle in his right. He holds the glasses out toward me, and I take one.
âDonât stay up too late. Donât open another bottle.â Daniel points his finger at Tommy and then at me.
Tommy just smiles, and Daniel squeezes my arm and says good night.
I turn to move toward the couch, but Tommy says, âCome this way. I want to show you something,â and he presses the hand with the wine bottle against my back and takes me through the doorway into the dining room. Beyond that is the kitchen and this enormous great room, which is where the fireplace is, and then thereâs this wide hallway. The first door opens into a study that is just lined with books. I mean, there are shelves all the way around it, and then there are stacks of books on almost every surface. Thereâs this small loveseat at one end of the room and a desk at the other. Tommy sets the wine on the table in front of the loveseat and retrieves a laptop thatâs sitting open on the desk.
âSit,â he says. He sets the laptop on the table and sits next to me. His leg presses right up against my leg, but it doesnât seem to bother him. It is bothering me. I take a big sip of the wine, a really big sip. It might be more like a swig.
âOkay,â he says, âso I have all of this shit on Frederick, and I want to see what you think.â
There are pages and pages of notes, this whole backstory on the character that I obviously never wrote, and then there are just these random lines and quotes. I only recognize a few, but thereâs Eliot, Rilke, Nabokov obviously. As Iâm reading through them, Tommy says, âI felt like I needed to get some male voices in my head, you know?â and I nod.
âWhere did you get all of this?â
He sort of holds his hands out like,
Look around.
âWell, itâs great,â I say. âI mean, it all feels right.â
He lets out this tremendous sigh like heâs been holding his breath, and he puts his arm around my shoulders and leans his head against me. âOh thank god. I was sure you were gonna fight me on this again.â
âNo. I mean, if this is how you see him, you see what I see.â
âOkay,â he says, and he leans forward, grabbing the laptop, balancing it on our knees. âSo look at this.â
He has all of these short video clips. Some are him, but mostly itâs other people. Heâs been using them to figure out the walk, how heâll move his hands, how he should talk, and everything he shows me has some little shadow of Frederick, and heâs trying to explain how heâll layer them together. He wants me to look at the screen, but I keep turning my head to watch him talk, and he has to keep pointing me back. He has a lot of this to show me, so we do go through the wine, and Tommy does open another bottle, but by then I donât even mind how close heâs sitting or the way he keeps touching my hand when he makes a point.
When he finally closes the laptop, I pull my left leg up and hug it into me and then my right. Iâm trying to unkink my hips.
âFuck, no wonder youâre so tense,â he says, and I think,
What? Why? Is it obvious?
âYouâve been stuck on a plane all day, and now Iâve got you all cramped up in here.â He rests his hand on my back and rubs his thumb along the edges of my spine right between my shoulder blades. Up one side, down the other. I try not to flinch.
âI should get some sleep,â I say. âItâs like three a.m. for me.â I smile. âYouâre a terrible
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