He Might Just Cure You

Episode 2: The Discovery

Jim Frayne sat on the porch swing in front of his great uncle's house in Sleepyside, New York, and his mother sat next to him. Every visit the routine was the same. They would take the train from Rochester into Manhattan, visit him at his private practice, and then, together, they would drive up to Ten Acres in Sleepyside. Ten Acres was the name of the estate that had belonged to his late great uncle, the man he was named for: James Winthrop Frayne. It was Jim's home now, on paper anyway, and he pretended to live here when his parents came to visit, but it didn't feel like home. Home was the apartment in Manhattan where he and his friends hung out and played pool. But home was starting to feel like almost as much of a lie as the charade of being the respectable and charitable Doctor Frayne.


Katje Frayne regarded her son, and even Jim could see that she was worried about him.

He sighed. This was all becoming too much. "Do you remember when I was little and I would have nightmares?"

"Yes, you'd have the strangest dreams." She smiled at him. "You seemed to be so scared that your father and I would pass away and leave you all alone."

"I would get scared," Jim admitted. The porch swing squeaked the tiniest bit as it rocked gently back and forth.

"Scared? You would be shaking. It terrified me, to be honest." She gazed at him, her expression gentle and loving.

"And then you hugged me ... and I felt nothing could scare me." Jim looked out at the expansive green lawn. "You used to call it something ...?"

"Magische Omhelzing. The magic hug." Katie grinned. "I called it my magic hug."

"The magic hug," Jim repeated.

His mom suddenly stood up. "Get up."

"What?" Jim gazed at her curiously.

She gestured with her hands for him to stand. "Do as I say."

Jim stood.

His mom wrapped her arms tightly around him, embracing him in one of her magic hugs. "Now, tell me what's troubling you."

Jim put his head on her shoulder, having to stoop a little to do so. He wasn't sure if he could tell her, but he had to try. "Ma, if I wasn't a doctor—"

"What are my two favorite people up to?" Win Frayne asked, as he stepped onto the porch.

Jim straightened up, letting go of his mom. "Nothing, Pa. Just nostalgia."

Win shook his head. "You were so stubborn when you were little. Still are, I suppose. I know I was hard on you, always expecting so much, and I worried terribly when you ran away from home at fifteen." He smiled at his son. "But look at you, now. The naughtiest kid in the neighborhood, and now you're a doctor. I am so proud of you, son."

"He wasn't the naughtiest," Katie protested. "It was your tough standards that made you think that. He's always been a good, smart boy."

"Oh?" Win chuckled, a glint of humor in his green eyes. "So, it wasn't he who stole fruits off the neighbors' trees? It wasn't he who let a litter full of cats and puppies loose in the Smiths' general store, at the same time? It wasn't he who let old man Jones' horses out because he thought Jones was too cruel to them?"

Jim felt his cheeks redden.

Katie chuckled. "That I would've done myself, if I'd had the guts."


Win Frayne walked along the path in Central Park smiling at the children playing tag on the expansive green lawn. He had driven into the city with his son, but hadn't wanted to be in his way at Jim's practice. As he walked, he heard the laughter before he saw his old friend. He had never known Matthew Wheeler to laugh like that, but there he was, standing in front of a group of other people in a clearing in Central Park, laughing heartily. They were all laughing, every last person. Win wondered what the joke was.

He turned to a nearby hot dog vendor.

"Morning, sir." The vendor stared at him curiously. "Mr. Frayne, sir?"

"Yes, yes." Win didn't even question how the man recognized him. His son did look a lot like him, and maybe this man had been one of his patients. "What's going on over there?" He pointed to the unusually boisterous group.

"Oh, nothing." The vendor grinned. "They're loony bins. How's the Doc?"

"He's fine, thank you. How much for a chili dog?" Win knew he shouldn't indulge, but it wasn't like he had one every day; it was only when they came to visit their son.

"Oh, I can't accept money from you. It's on the house." The vendor smiled and placed a fresh sausage on his grill. "Would you like it with or without onions?"

"No, I can't take anything if it's free." Win didn't want the man to lose money.

"Please, sir, it's the least I can do for Dr. Frayne's father." He frowned momentarily.

"It's okay. I'm not really hungry." Win turned away from the vendor, meaning to head toward Matthew's group.

"Stop, sir! I was just kidding. You can pay, if you insist." The vendor's mustache quivered.

Win turned back to him and saw that Matthew Wheeler was coming for a hotdog, as well. "How much for a hotdog?" he asked.

The vendor turned to the new customer. "Three bucks for a plain one, more if you want chili or cheese or both."

"Matthew?" Win gazed at his old friend. Matthew Wheeler laughing and eating hotdogs; what had happened to him? This was not the serious student he had known in his youth.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" Matthew asked.

"I don't know about that, but I certainly know you, Dr. Wheeler." Win grinned.

Matthew stepped around to his side of the hotdog cart and studied him carefully. Then he suddenly snapped his fingers. "Winthrop Frayne?!"

"Yes, it's me." Win held his arms out to give his old friend a hug. He hadn't seen him in years.

"How are you, Win? What have you been up to?" Matt asked.

"You know each other?" the vendor asked, sounding somewhat nervous.

"Of course!" Matthew smiled widely, and then turned to the vendor seriously. "What does it matter to you?"

Both men forgot about their hotdogs. "What are you doing here in the city? I thought you were up in Rochester or something."

"I'm visiting my son." Win beamed proudly. "He's a doctor, now."

"Jim? Little Jim? A doctor? That's great! At which hospital?" Matt clapped a hand on his friend's back.

The vendor interrupted them nervously. "Here's your hotdog. I'm sure Mr. Frayne is busy."

Matt waved him away, barely paying attention to the dark-haired vendor. "Because if he's not at the NYU Langone Medical Center, he should come work there. I'm the dean of the NYU School of Medicine now, did you know?" He shook his head again. "Jim! A doctor!"

Win shook his head. "I know. I can hardly believe it myself. He has a private practice. He takes in a lot of patients that have no insurance."

"A private practice, you say? I guess there are a lot of those in the city, now. Well, that's great. I'd like to come by and see his place, if you don't think he'd mind." Matt nodded his head, as if his mind were already made.

The vendor started waving a hotdog in Dr. Wheeler's face. "Here, please, sir, your hotdog. You don't need to waste your time seeing Jim's office. I've been there myself. He treated me once. But it's small, and I'm sure you wouldn't be impressed."

"Nonsense! It would be great to see how he runs his business. Besides, I haven't seen little Jimmy since he was what, around six?" Matt grinned.

"No, sir. You shouldn't go." The vendor's face was turning red.

Win glanced at him, curious why he cared whether or not Matt went to visit his son. "It may not be much of a place, but the important thing is that he's helping people."

Matt took the hotdog and dropped a five dollar bill on the vendor's small countertop. "Let's go up to my place. I have an apartment nearby."

Win followed his old friend across the park. "By the way, this standing around and laughing loudly ... what is that?"

"Laughter therapy." Matt spoke seriously. "If you're tense, or angry, you laugh loudly. It lowers the blood pressure."

Win wasn't sure if he understood, but Matt had always had these ideas that started out sounding odd, but then ended up making him rich. "But ... how do you laugh when you're tense?"

Matt chuckled. "Practice."

The two of them walked into a beautiful art deco apartment building on Central Park West. Matt waved at the doorman as they walked through and soon they were in an elevator, heading to the top floor. "I used to get so tense and so angry. Running a university is very stressful. Add to that the harsh realities I face whenever I work at the hospital. Now, the angrier or more stressed I get, the harder I laugh. When I come home to my wife and daughter, I've left all that negativity behind and we can enjoy our time together as a family."

Matt led him into an elaborate home. "Please, sit."

Win took a seat on the couch, and a maid appeared almost immediately. "Shall I bring some tea, sir?"

Matt nodded.

One of Win's russet eyebrows rose. "Tea?"

"Yes, tea. Would you prefer coffee?" Matt sat down in the armchair partially facing him.

"No, no, tea is fine. I'm just surprised. You never struck me as a tea-drinker." Win shook his head, amazed at how much his friend had changed, and apparently for the better. The last time he'd seen him, Matt had always had a glass of scotch in the afternoon.

Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So, where did Jim get his medical degree?"

Win thought for a second. "Actually, I don't know. He never told me."

"Never told you?" Matt sat back again as the maid came back into the room, placing a tray with the teapot and tea cups on the coffee table.

Win shook his head. "He ran away from home when he was still in high school." He frowned. "He said I was pressuring him too much, trying to make him be good and honorable all the time."

Matt waited until the tea had been poured and the maid left. He gestured for Win to take one of the cups, and then took one himself, adding a cube of sugar to it.

Win looked at the cup in his hands and frowned. "I was so worried he'd become a criminal, living on the streets. Every day, every year that went by without hearing from him, and I was sure he'd probably been killed in some gang war or something here in the city."

Matt frowned as well. "I've seen the results of those gang wars far too often in hospital emergency rooms."

"Anyway, one day he called, and, after we talked for a bit, he told me he had worked his way through school and had become a doctor." Win's smile returned. "I can't express the joy I felt, knowing he was alive, knowing he had turned his life around." Win sipped at the tea in his cup.

"Win, good things happen to good people." Matt leaned back in his chair again.

Win nodded, thoughtfully. "And how's your daughter these days? Honey?"

"Good." Matt put his cup down on the table.

"Well, what does she do, now? Don't tell me she's married with kids already." Win hoped his son would settle down someday soon and bring him and his wife some grandchildren.

"Oh, no, not Honey. She's too busy, she says. She's a doctor, too." Matt grinned. "She works at Tisch Hospital which is part of the NYU Langone Medical Center. She pretty much buries herself in her work these days." He shook his head slightly. "I keep trying to get her to be less serious and to start dating again—her last relationship ended rather poorly. Then again, he was an artist, the dark brooding type. I'm kind of relieved it didn't work out."

Win chuckled. "Imagine that. Maybe we should try to get our kids to go out with each other. You never know what could happen."

Matt laughed heartily. "If I set Honey up on a blind date, she'd probably strangle me."

"Well, it wouldn't exactly be a blind date." Win reached into his pocket for his wallet. "After all, she and Jim did know each other when they were younger." He handed Jim's photo over to Matt.

Matt shook his head, but took the photo.


"You want me to what?" Jim shook his head, disbelieving. His father had taken the train back to Sleepyside earlier that day. When Jim arrived, bringing Dan with him so he wouldn't have to face his parents alone, he found them whispering together and grinning like Cheshire cats. He knew something had to be up, but he did not expect this. "I can't believe you're setting me up on a blind date."

"Come now, son, it's just one little date. As a favor to an old friend." Win winked at his wife, who was sitting at the dining room table. "She's working too hard and hasn't gotten over her last breakup. Just go out with her, have some dinner, go see a movie if you don't want to talk to her, and help her relax a little."

"No." Jim shook his head. He nearly pounded his fist on the table, but got a hold of his temper and instead placed it there gently.

"I can't believe you're so busy that you don't have time to do this one little favor for your father." Katie frowned. She grabbed another almond from the crystal bowl in front of her. "I mean, she's an old family friend. I don't see what the big deal is."

"Right." Jim turned to Dan who was standing by the window, scoping out the large house up the hill. "Explain to them, Dan."

Dan turned around, surprised. "Me?" He straightened up and addressed the Fraynes. "Jim's pretty busy, you know. He's on call twenty-four, seven. If he went out on a date and had to leave in the middle, she wouldn't understand."

"It's just not practical," Jim put in. He stood up and sighed.

"Unless, of course, she was a doctor herself," Dan added.

Jim glared at him, and then pushed his chair against the table.

Win grinned. "That's true. Only a doctor can understand a doctor's pressures."

"Exactly, Pa." Jim turned around to face him.

Win started laughing.

Jim grew worried. "Why are you smiling like that?"

His mother started laughing as well.

Jim turned to her. "Ma? You, too?"

"The girl we want you to go out with is a doctor." His father laughed heartily. "Come on, son. You're going out on a date, and you're picking her up tomorrow at seven."

"Doctor? What doctor?" Jim tried his best not to look as worried as he felt. He couldn't go out on a date with another doctor. She'd see right through him.

His mom popped another almond in her mouth. "Honey."

"Honey? What kind of a name is that?" Images of one of the prostitutes that hung out on the corner, not too far from his Manhattan apartment, entered his mind.

His mom just chuckled.

"What? Oh ...." Jim remembered. The images in his mind suddenly morphed to the light brown pigtails and the large hazel eyes of a four-year-old; the daughter of one of his dad's friends. "That Honey?"


"Oh, come now, Jim. It's just one little date." Dan mimicked the older Frayne's words as he walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder.

Jim was sitting by the lake near his home in Sleepyside. The lake wasn't part of his property; he was pretty sure it was part of the larger, neighboring estate, but no one had lived there for years, so no one would mind the trespass.

"Your parents are right. You are too serious! And dates can be a lot of fun." Dan waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Right. When we were kids, she was stick thin and had two oily pigtails. And a perpetually running nose." Jim frowned.

Dan laughed.

"Why is he doing this to me?" Jim skipped a rock out onto the lake. "What does he care if I date anyone or not?"

"Maybe he's just doing it as a favor to his friend. Because she can't get a date on her own." Dan laughed again.

"Aw, she wasn't that bad I guess. We played together a lot." Jim smiled. "But I always thought of her as a sister. A little, bratty sister."

Dan sat down next to Jim. "So, just go out with her already. It's one lousy date."

He shook his head. "I can't do that. She'll see right through this doctor drama I've created for myself."

"Listen, man, just tell her. Say, 'I'm not a doctor. So bite me.'" Dan grinned at him and tried to skip a rock.

"You talk like such an idiot sometimes." Jim picked up another rock to show him how it was done. "Why should I ruin her life?"

"Fine. Then what are you going to do about this not-quite-blind-date?" Dan chuckled again.


Matt poked his head through the partially open door of his daughter's suite. "Honey, there's a phone call for you. It's Jim!"

"Jim?" Honey frowned. It was still early in the morning and she hadn't gotten up yet.

She hadn't been particularly happy about joining her father in Sleepyside for the weekend, but he had talked her into going on a date with the son of an old friend of his, and the Fraynes were apparently staying in Sleepyside as well. She looked around her room now, aired out the previous day and made ready for their brief stay.

Her father entered the room and sat on Honey's bed, handing her the phone.

Honey took the phone. She was about to speak into it when she realized he was still sitting there. "Dad? Do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind." He smiled at her. "Talk nicely with him."

"Okay, Dad." She got up out of the bed and started walking toward her door. "I'll speak nicely, I'll go out with him, nicely, and then I'll marry him nicely. We'll have nice little children and they'll call you grandpa." She held the door open for him. "Now, some privacy, please?"

Matt left, chuckling. "Okay, okay. It's just a date."

Honey closed the door behind him. "Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Hi, Honey?"

Honey smiled. She was actually looking forward to seeing Jim again. It had been over twenty years, and they had been very young, so she barely remembered him, but what she remembered was that he had been a lot of fun. "Good morning, doctor. You're an early riser."

"No, no." Jim denied it. "I haven't slept all night."

"Why?" She started to worry. "Was there an emergency?"

"Damn straight! I'm up shit creek and sinking fast."

She laughed at the unexpected response. That's fine talk for a doctor.

"Why are you laughing?" Jim asked, sounding very serious.

"You're talking funny." She giggled some more.

"It's how I speak." He sounded a bit confused.

"Fine. Let's talk your talk then ...." Honey sat back down on her bed. "Wassup? Gimme the dope on your life. Buzz is you're a doc now, dude."

"I'm not a doctor."

"Like, I know." She laughed again. "I can't even imagine you as a doctor."

"Say what?" He let out a puff of air into the phone. "I could so be a doctor."

"Riiight. You were a little ruffian. And I bet you're still the same, bro." She chuckled.

"I'm not a ruffian, babe!" Jim sounded very upset by her comments.

"Jim? Seriously?" Honey switched the phone to her other hand. "Do you talk to your patients like this, too?"

"Patients? I am serious, Honey. I'm not a doctor." She heard him sigh again.

"Huh?" Daddy said he was a doctor. What is he trying to tell me with all his street slang? I thought he was just joking about not being a doctor.

"I don't have time to explain." He sounded almost depressed. "When I come over, you reject me. Say I'm ugly. Say anything. It doesn't matter. Just reject me."

"Okay, Jim." She shook her head. "If you're seeing someone else, why are you going out with me at all?"

"I'm not seeing anyone. I just ... I'm not a doctor. And if my father finds out, it will kill him. Please, make sure he doesn't find out."

"All right." She stared at the phone for a second. "All right," she repeated.

"I've gotta go. Remember, just reject me." She heard the click as Jim hung up the receiver.


Jim couldn't believe his father was actually driving him over to the Wheelers' home, as if he didn't trust him to actually go on this stupid date with stupid Honey Wheeler. He buttoned his shirt and slipped into the suit jacket.

Win poked his head through the door. "Hurry. Your mother's ready and waiting."

"She's going, too?" Jim rolled his eyes. This wasn't a date. This was some kind of old-fashioned torture.


Honey couldn't believe her father was actually going to meet her date at the door. As if she were still fifteen or sixteen years old. She rolled her eyes. It wasn't like she was actually going to go out on this stupid date with stupid Jim Frayne anyway. She rummaged around for her lip gloss. "I'll be right there, Daddy!" she called out to him.


Matt Wheeler was heading down the stairs toward the living room when he spotted Celia in the foyer. A mop was sitting in the bucket and the tiles still glistened from where she had recently cleaned them. "Thank you, Celia!" he called over the stair railing, looking down at her. "I know we hardly ever use this house out here in the country anymore. I appreciate you coming to give it a once over before our company arrives."

Celia didn't answer him. She stood there, staring at a small piece of paper in her hands.

"Celia? What's wrong?" Matt leaned over the railing to get a better look at his housekeeper.

Celia looked up at him. "Does someone owe you money?"

"Money?" Dr. Wheeler chuckled. What difference would it make if they did? He certainly had enough money not to worry about such a thing.

"Do you want someone kidnapped?" Celia asked. She sounded very distressed.

"What?" Dr. Wheeler looked down at her, nonplussed.

"Do you want to have someone roughed up?" The petite blonde formed her free hand into a fist.

"What nonsense! Celia, what are you going on about?" Dr. Wheeler started heading down the stairs toward her.

"Then why is this photo here?" She turned the paper around to show him the picture of a young man, his red hair so much like his own.

"That's Honey's date. My friend's son." He took the photo from her.

Celia gasped. "She's going out with this gangster?! With Red Jimmy?!"


Dr. Wheeler sat in the sitting room. It was what sitting rooms were for, right? He was laughing; hysterically laughing.

Honey came down to see him in this state. "Dad? Daddy?" Her father kept laughing, but he didn't look the least bit happy about it. "What happened, Daddy?"

He cleared his throat and turned to his daughter. "Honey. Your date's off."

Honey looked down at the new, cheery yellow gown she had picked out. She was going to call the date off herself, since Jim had asked her to, but she wondered why her dad sounded so upset.


"Good evening, sir." Dan chuckled. He liked being up at the big house in the country. He didn't understand sometimes why Jim didn't just retire from both his fake and real business and just stay out here, away from the city, away from the stress.

"Shut up, Dan. I look like a dork." Jim loosened the tie around his throat slightly. "Now, listen. Call me every five minutes with an 'emergency'. And if I'm still not out in twenty minutes, get me out."

Dan saw Jim's parents coming out of the house. He whispered his response to his uncharacteristically nervous friend. "Chill out, Jim. Honey's in on it, right? She'll reject you like you asked her to." He turned to Mr. Frayne. "Good evening, sir."

"Come on," Win said. "Let's go." He grabbed Jim's arm and started walking toward the street.

Jim turned to the garage. "Aren't we taking the car?"

"For what? They live right up the hill, there." Win pointed to the Manor House estate.

Jim shook his head. "That place has been empty."

Katie shrugged her slim shoulders. "They probably just don't use the house very much, but it is the Wheelers' country residence."

Great. Could things get any worse?


The Fraynes sat in the sitting room off the foyer. It was a lovely sitting room, very comfortable. But Dr. Wheeler was not sitting. He was pacing, and laughing.

Katie looked at their host dubiously.

"Laughter therapy," Win whispered to her.

"Oh. Is your wife home, Matthew?" she asked.

"No." He said the word sternly and then laughed some more. "She's in Milan this week."

Jim glanced at the laughing man nervously. What the heck is laughter therapy? And where is Honey?

Dr. Wheeler turned to him. "So, Jim, where did you get your M.D.?"

Jim looked down at his hands.

"Your doctorate? Medical degree?" Matt added, for clarity.

"Err ... uh ... Columbia, sir." Jim hoped that Columbia was a medical school; he was pretty sure it was.

"Ah, Columbia. Yes. Good school. Good." Dr. Wheeler started pacing again. He let out a little chuckle every once in a while. "What is your specialization?" he asked, finally. "Hands? Feet? Bones? Or just ... the throat?"

Jim's cell phone rang, thankfully. Dan was early, but that was fine with him. "Hello?"

"Hey. Is everything okay? No stress, no mess?" Dan's cheerful voice asked.

"Right. Put him on glucose, and call me if there's an emergency, okay?" Jim snapped the phone shut and dropped it on the coffee table.

"Your parents are very proud of your achievements." Dr. Wheeler smiled at the two older Fraynes. "Do you feel proud, too?"

"No. I'm just a humble man, Dr. Wheeler." Jim wished he hadn't agreed to this stupid blind date.

"You're not proud?" Their host sat down next to him. "Then are you, perhaps, ashamed?"

Jim glanced at his mother. He watched as her cheerful smile turned to a worried frown.

The cell phone started to ring again.

Jim reached for it, but Dr. Wheeler pulled it out of his reach. "Talk to me. Come on, answer me." His tone was deadly serious. When you see the pride and happiness on their faces, do you feel ashamed, Red Jimmy?"

Jim stood up. "Let's go. I'm not interested in Honey, anyway."

Dr. Wheeler stood up as well. "You're not interested in her? Who are you? What are you?" Dr. Wheeler glared at him. "She is a doctor. Do you know what a doctor even is?!"

"Come on, Ma, Pa, let's go." Jim started walking toward the door.

Win shook his head and addressed his old friend. "Matt? Be forthright. What exactly are you implying?"

"Sure, Win." Dr. Wheeler walked around the coffee table to face Win. "Your son is a mobster. He kidnaps people for money." He put his hands down on the coffee table and bent over to stare Win in the eyes. "If you knew this, then you are a bigger fraud than he!" Dr. Wheeler's face was nearly as red as his hair with the heat of his anger. "And if you didn't know, then you're the biggest fool on Earth!"

"Enough!" Win stood up abruptly and grabbed Jim's arm, stopping him from heading out the door. "Jim? Is this true?"

Jim couldn't answer him. He stared down at his shoes and willed himself not to look at his parents, not to see their disappointment.

"Jimmy?" His mom said his name softly and put a hand on his other arm. "You are a doctor, yes?"

Jim slowly ifted his eyes to meet hers and then shook his head no.

He felt them both release him. He heard them step away from him.

"Forgive me, Matthew. I really didn't know." His father's voice sounded so empty and hollow.


"Why did you do this, Jim? Why?" His mom had her coat on.

His parents' suitcases were already in the cab, the driver waiting patiently behind the wheel with the meter running.

"I was afraid, Ma." She looked blurry through his tear-filled eyes.

She gazed back at him, questioning.

"After all those years, when I finally reached out and called him, and he finally spoke to me ...." Jim shifted from one foot to the other, much as he had as a young child about to be scolded for some prank he had pulled. "I thought he'd say, 'How are you?' Instead, he asked, 'What do you do in New York City, son? Did you ever get back to school? I hope you aren't a no-good ruffian still.'" Jim looked down at his feet, watching as a tear dropped to the floor with a small splat. "I was scared, Ma. Without thinking, I said, 'I'm a doctor.'"

His mother said nothing. She turned and started to walk out the door.

"Ma ... Ma!" he called to her. "Could you ... give me a magic hug?"

"Katie!" Win's voice was filled with anger. "Let's go!!"

He heard the door shut and he suddenly felt very cold and very alone.

Author's Notes:

Word count: 5,030

Huge thanks to Jenn, Dana, and Trish for editing this for me. They have all given me very helpful critiques and feedback that have helped improve the story.

This is, far past the deadline, a CWE #6, starring:
James Winthrop Frayne, II, Dan Mangan, Matthew Wheeler, and Honey Wheeler.
Also starring in this episode: Winthrop Frayne and Katje Frayne.
Guest appearances in this episode: Celia Delanoy.

I have a feeling no one will actually know this movie. But I'm not going to name it just yet, in case anyone does want to hazard a guess. I will give you a hint. It's a Bollywood. Moving the action from Mumbai to Manhattan posed quite a few challenges. Things are different in New York, and I will be asking people to really suspend their disbelief at some of the upcoming situations. But I have fabulous editors who have given me some ideas, so hopefully I can manage to make this work somehow.

I must thank my sister for inspiring me, and also for helping me cast this particular movie; not to mention semi-permanently lending me her copy of the movie. Thank you, Sylvia!

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