1950's Hatboxes

Chapter 15 cont'd
Sam and Simmy worked their way to the table they'd sat at two nights ago. The movie crew was jammed into the inn hideaway and the Jewish producer was passing around a photo for all the crew to peruse.
"This is the 'hatbox' luggage we're going to recreate for one of the scenes today. Take a good look." His gaze pierced the set designer with a quizzical challenge. "Can you do it?"
"I think I saw something very similar in a shop in town yesterday. I'll go immediately and purchase them," the designer clipped out her 'no nonsense get-er-done' response.
"What's so importance about the hatboxes?" The question came from one of the lighting crew.
A soft wash of memory came over the producer as he recalled and reformed his memory into a made for movie dramatic core theme. "The hatboxes will contain love letters. Well, not just love letters, but also stories, and poetry. Actually, I'm starting to form a new spin-off from this..." Everyone was silent as the producer moved into his reel within a reel creative concentration. Maybe we'll turn the hatboxes into a post war discovery that will add another dimension to the story." Abruptly and impulsively, the producer got up from the table and left his half-eaten breakfast. The rest of the cast and crew waited a minute and then burst into casual chatter.
Simmy raised her eyebrows and commented to Sam, "Apparently, they're all used to this. I suppose this is an unscheduled break for them. They're well aware they'll be on the clock when "J.P." has his fresh perspective polished to writer perfection."
Sam grinned, "You would know that writer perfection taskmaster better than anyone, Simmy. Sometimes we can be having a seemingly casual conversation, and suddenly you'll just stop talking and your mind kicks into overdrive and you're imaging your next chapter. I've learned to let you have your creative moments instead of driving them away with my demands."
"Oh Sam, you're getting to know me well. I am a bit high strung when I'm 'in my groove.'
"Mmm hmm," was all Sam said as he munched his bacon. It was just a little drawn out though to make Simmy come back with, "You know Sam, if I am a bit high strung, then what are you? Relaxed?"