Janet folded up a clean smock, tucked it under one arm, and joined Helen.
“Good luck, girls,” said her father. “We’ll wait for you after the show and all have a lunch down town to celebrate the event.”
“Do you know where your folks are going to sit?” asked Janet.
Helen shook her head. “Dad wouldn’t tell me; thought if I knew I would be looking for them and it might make me nervous.”
“This is the first time a high school class has ever performed before a famous Hollywood director,” said Janet.
“Oh, don’t think of Dad in that way. Now that he’s back home he’s just a neighbor and he wants to be thought of in that way.”
“All right, but you can’t keep the cast from remembering that an ace director is in the audience tonight.”
“I suppose not. I only hope it won’t make them too excited and upset.”
“How about yourself?”
“I had been wondering up until tonight. But now I’ve made myself realize that he’s just Dad and that makes all of the difference in the world. Sort of gives me the confidence that I need for I know that if I make mistakes he’ll understand. I wish you were going to be Abbie.”