Hollywood

Everything Rock owned was on the line—his house, his cash, his investments, all of it rode on the outcome of the Disney cartoon he and his Hollywood producer were stitching together in Rock's house on Orange Street in Levy.
They and their crew had struggled throughout the morning with a shortage of Super 8 film, the only that would duplicate the speed needed to represent each of the stars and stripes on the American flags their characters—including Mickey and Minne Mouse—would ride through the den, out onto the front porch, and into the lawn and street. Someone down the chain of command had delivered spool after spool of Regular 8, not nearly adequate without major adjustments.
Rock sat on his couch with his cat Jo, desperately attempting to splice the inferior film with the Super 8, though there were no doubts in the house that his effort would prove inadequate.
A car, a Subaru station wagon, stopped in the street at the end of Rock's driveway. Rock saw Merle, a neighbor, step from the driver's seat, and felt instant relief from his nightmare. Merle's arms and hands were full of plastic shopping bags. They in turn, Rock knew, were full of golf books with which all would be saved.