Both Angel and Simon snapped a startled look at me.“You sound more like Simon than Simon does,” Angel said. “This could be a fun trip.”Simon g...owled a little about having too much fin. It was still a risky endeavor. The toughest part would be getting from the house down to the dock. Once we were in the boat, it would take someone with a boat to catch up to us. The ferries didn’t run at night. We’d be long gone by morning. We haggled back and forth for a good hour before everyone was agreed on a. He was immediately hit by a blast of hot and very humid air; the two girls seemed to revel in it. The door closed behind them somewhat easier than it had opened, and he found himself in a huge hothouse. Tiled pathways and steps curved between large beds of mature tropical plants, some fifteen or twenty feet tall. Colourful parakeets chattered and swooped through the foliage, oblivious to the fact that they were in Northern Europe. Though the two beauties walked him very slowly, to allow him to. Eddie and I had a few drinks. Cleo, driving said she'd stick with iced tea. Neither Eddie nor I mentioned Molly.Back outside the air was thick with the promise of rain."Eddie, help me take the top down." Cleo prompted."Why? It's going to rain!" I said looking up."Cause it MIGHT rain." Cleo said like that explained everything. I figured either I had too much to drink and wasn't catching on. Or she was plain crazy. Either way I didn't care. I shrugged.The top down on the car, I got in and sat in. This is the last thing that has a real time element. We'll meet, say at 10 a.m., and let everyone know if anything needs to be shot again."Rebecca had been up since six o'clock that morning and had been going scene by scene, reviewing what had already been shot from every angle. They had so much time – and enough budget left – that they could probably have another take at any of it.Most of the scenes had gone off extremely well. There were no wooden performances and no one tried to steal the.