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Because I’m so unbelievably slow with No Place for Promises, let me just drop a little excerpt here instead of the last seven sentences. 

“So, Theo,” his dad says, getting to his feet, “you lived with the Dread Doctors?”

For some obscure reason, being addressed by Stiles’ father makes Theo unbelievably nervous. Clearing his throat, he puts the cutlery down and straightens in his chair. “Yessir.”

“No need for ‘Sir’, John is fine.” He places his mug on coffee maker. It’s his third coffee, and although Stiles is the last person who should judge anybody’s caffeine intake, his dad is probably doing it on purpose. He rarely drinks more than two coffees in a day. Folding his arms, he leans against the counter. “How was living with them?” 

Stiles narrows his eyes. “Dad—”

Theo places a hand on his thigh and shakes his head. “It’s okay.” He clears his throat again, glancing at Stiles when he intertwines their fingers. “It was lonely... most of the time.” His fingers twitch before he’s tightening his grip. Licking his lips, Theo drops his gaze and stares at his own empty mug. “Especially in the early years,” Theo continues in an almost defeated tone. “It got a little better when I became useful to them.”

“Useful?”

“Dad,” Stiles snaps, but Theo squeezes his hand and shakes his head.

On New Year’s Eve, do the sugar foot strut! 

The New Zealand Film Archive and the NFPF are thrilled to announce the discovery of a lost work by celebrated British/American filmmaker Alfred Hitchcock (1899-1980). The print is incomplete—only the first three reels survive—but what has been recovered reveals a master in the making.