"I agree with you on that."
The actor took a close look at Solomon.
"This isn't a gay thing, is it?"
"No, of course not."
And then he felt compelled to add, "Certainly not to my knowledge."
The actor set aside his newspaper.
"I'm sure you're aware that I didn't write the play. I do vamp a bit here and there, to keep the performance fresh; to maintain my interest, frankly. But the dialogue was written by the playwright, Ruth Bender-Farkas, and I rarely stray from it."
"Bender-Farkas would be nothing without you," said Solomon.
The actor accepted the compliment without protest.
"How exactly would this work?"
"On a night that you're not performing, I'd come up to your place—my hotel room wouldn't be a good idea. I'd ask you to simply sit at your desk, much as you do in the play, and listen."
"I don't have a desk."
"A coffee table will do."
"How long would this take?" the actor asked.