March 1941:
((backing up a little, because I messed up dates a little))

Well Houseman is back in Hollywood, I am quite suprised. After our little showdown at Chasen's he swore never to contact me again, and I guess with good reasons. I mean, I did throw a flaming can of sterno at his head.
Well two.
Alright, three! But I was drunk!
ish
Anyway, Houseman managed to get the producing rights to Richard Wrights book gone play Native Son and he called me up to ask if I wanted to direct it. Well, I need something to get my mind off this whole Hearst thing, so I've taken the job. Most of my Mercurians shall be in it, and I'm bringing back Canada Lee. The man's a fabulous actor, saved my life once actually. If you need to surround yourself with people, make sure one of them is a former prizefighter.
So Native Son is a go! It'll be nice to return to the stage. I'm respected and appreciated there.