Fran looked puzzled. “Where?”
“Right here in Aspen, at the Barn.”
“You mean Mr. Crowley’s summer theater?”
“That’s right. I’m in the company.” Languorously, the girl smoothed back a few wisps of hair in an unmistakably theatrical gesture.
Fran grinned. “I guessed you were kidding.”
“Kidding!” Judy frowned indignantly. “It happens to be true. Mr. Crowley is a friend of my father and he himself arranged for me to join his theater.”
“When was that?”
“A few weeks ago.”
“Oh! That explains it.”
A strange note in the boy’s voice caught Judy’s attention. “Explains what?” she asked cautiously.