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Then his expression turned deeply thoughtful.
    Cavagnari discoursed briefly on the proper way to prepare his coffee, most of his audience pretending rapt attention. Then, when it was done to his satisfaction, he sipped and said, kissing his fingertips and offering them to heaven, "Perfect! Now, we will do the close-ups of scene fourteen, then luncheon.”
    He swept away, underlings trailing like the train of a coronation gown.
    “Wow!" Shelley breathed. "That's an extraordinary display of ego run amok.”
    Maisie nodded. "Yes, but would
you
cross him? Or insist on your own interpretation of a role? You've got to be pretty ostentatious to intimidate actors."
    “Jake stood up to him pretty well," Jane said.
    “Jake's a fool," Maisie said dismissively.
    But Jane was still looking at Jake and was thoroughly chilled by the sight of the small, secretive smile on his face.
    Shelley followed Jane's preoccupied gaze and said quietly, "He's scary, isn't he?"
    “I don't know whether to be scared
of
him or
for
him," Jane said, involuntarily shivering.
     
    6
    The rest of the morning passed uneventfully, at least for the moviemakers. For Jane, every new discovery was an event. She started out by prowling carefully through her neighbors' yards. In her own was the craft service setup and the "location office," which consisted of a table covered with stacks of paperwork and a phone. Two "honey wagons," which was what the trailer-type dressing rooms with bathrooms were somewhat obscenely called, were parked on Shelley's property. These were divided into tiny cubicles with doors along the long side, on which were written the principal actors' names. Jane was dying to get a glimpse of the inside of a cubicle, but nobody was around them just then and she couldn't peep through any open doors.
    The house to the other side of Jane's had the wardrobe changing tent and the meal tent. Both were crude arrangements. The meal tent just had long trestle tables and wooden folding chairs. There was an odd piece of equipment at one end that she discovered was a kerosene heater, used at breakfast when it was still cold outside. The changing tent had a men's entrance at one end, a women's at the other,and a sheet hung between. There were lightweight wardrobe racks standing around the perimeter and everybody changed in the center of each section.
    The wardrobe truck itself was in the yard beyond. This contained more substantial racks and a desklike arrangement where a young man was intent on updating the apparently meticulous records kept on each article of clothing. There was a minuscule washer and dryer in the truck as well as a sewing machine and a setup for ironing. Jane had once been "backstage" at a circus and this looked much the same: all the necessities of life made miniature and portable at a moment's notice.
    Jane wandered into the next yard where another young man was sitting smoking and knocking back a soft drink on the metal steps leading up into the back of another truck. "Hi! Can I help you?" the young man said in a friendly manner.
    “No, thanks. I'm a neighbor, just looking things over. What is this truck?"
    “This is props. I'm Butch Kowalski, Jake Elder's assistant."
    “Glad to meet you, Butch. I'm Jane Jeffry. Are you and Jake responsible for those fake buildings? They're really impressive."
    “Naw, that's the set decorator's job. Props are in charge of any objects that are used or touched. Set decoration's everything that's just seen.”
    Except for Maisie, this young man was the first person on the crew who was genuinely friendly and forthcoming. He looked like a thug, with muscles that started just below his ears. He had practically no neck at all and his biceps strained the sleeves of his plaid shirt. He had teeth that would have made an orthodontist rub his hands in anticipation of the challenge and he had an unfortunate New Jersey accent. But for all that, his smile was engaging and his eyes sparkled with good spirits.
    “You