Chapter Three - Beyond the Veil
Jeremiah had the tickets by the following morning.
He didn't explain how. He rarely did when the explanation would take longer than the result, and the result was two seats in the eighth row of a studio audience for a live taping of Beyond the Veil, which was either a significant favor called in or a minor miracle, and with Jeremiah those two categories had always overlapped more than you'd expect.
We went on a Thursday. I wondered if this would be worth missing pot roast.
The studio was not what I expected, which meant I had expected wrong. I had been picturing something cheap — the visual grammar of late-night access television, folding chairs and bad lighting and a host who worked very hard to seem sincere. What I got instead was a properly built set, warm colors, careful lighting that made a large space feel intimate without…
