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Show 159 them all in with the similar rectalinear elevator form. Then, glancing here and there at the cluster of glossy black-and-whites tacked to the cork, he began drawing, filling in. Four of his elevators had single passengers. Two had couples. One couple stole a private passion between floors. The other seemed not to know each other. The last two elevators were both crowded, one, in a large high-powered Manhattan office building; the other at what seemed low-cost urban housing. Hunt could almost hear Suskind over his shoulder, coaching: Just make boxes. Put some people in the boxes. It was time for supper. Hunt took a break. "Where's the famous phantom contract?" Leah asked him, eyes flashing just above her rose. "Coming," Hunt said. "From the other side?" Leah made her voice quaver mysteriously. "What're you guys taking about?" Sean asked, pouring still more hot sauce onto his enchelladas. "Your father's latest project." Leah smiled at her boys, then turned to Hunt: "When did you say the show opens, Pusscat?" she asked. "Halloween?" "Reuben Garrison," Hunt said. "Suskind couldn't wait for me to get him a name. It's Reuben Garrison." "I don't understand what you guys are talking about," Sean repeated. "They're always weird," Todd chimed in. "Dad does, weird things - Mom sa^s. weird things." Sean dabbed some hot sauce from the edge of his plate with a finger. "It's nice to be appreciated." Leah pushed Todd's enchellada back from |