(A place for text messages, phone calls, letters and the like.)

Text to Wheeler: Issac...Patch. This is the last number I had for you. Hope its you. Benny called...says he ain't laying dead no more and wants to make an off-season jump. Supposed to be a real red one but you know Benny. Promised you the X if you're in. Lot call's in a week...flag goes up three days after that. Lemme know if you're with it. Also...you heard from Fia?

Text to Wheeler: Sounds good...Benny'll lose some bluster knowin you're on board. She still doin' the ballet thing, huh' Tell Mayday when she's ready to 86 the men in tights and get some carnival grit back in her blood, I got a job for her. Me neither. Last I heard she was in a desert somewhere. Hopefully she'll turn up. Carousel's been dark for too long. Keep your blades sharp, Wheeler.

Text to Isaac: I know. I'm sorry. Things are a little crazy in the city right now. Lots of heightened energy flying around. Will explain when I see you. Before you ask, yes, I am safe. Mataya takes security at the theater very seriously. Evening performances are Mon-Sat. (no Wed evening show). Doors open 6:30, curtain up at 7:30. Matinees are on Wednesday& Sat. Doors open at 12:30, curtain up at 1:30. We are dark on Sundays. Let me know which day you are coming? Can't wait to see you! We'll go to dinner after. Found a great new place you'll love. Soul food. Give Boomer a hug from me! Xoxo