drinking rotgut out of the urn. Who had taken the picture?
Celia clicked the remote, turning on the sound, sitting down again.
âWe now have more information on the murder of Jenny Parson,â said the news anchor. âThis is a picture of the actress Diana Poole soon after the discovery of her friendâs body.â
âFriend? She wasnât my friend.â
âWhat is that sheâs holding?â the co-anchor asked.
âItâs apparently the urn containing her motherâs ashes. According to Al Bailey, the doorman at the Beverly West condos, Ms. Poole used the urn to trick him into gaining entry into Ms. Parsonâs condo.â
âOh, God, in the alley the doorman mustâve taken the picture with his cell phone.â
âThis case is getting more and more bizarre,â the co-anchor smiled broadly.
âDiana Pooleâs mother, the famous actress Nora Poole, died last week of natural causes at the Hotel Bel Air,â the anchor said, as if that piece of information cleared up everything.
âTurn it off.â I sat up and downed the last of my wine.
Clicking the remote, Celia slid it angrily across the table, then stood. I peered up at her. Her mouth was set firm, her face pinched. âI want you to go.â
âWhat?â
âI told you to leave this alone. And you went and got involved.â
âI didnât search out Heath. He walked into a room where I was standing.â
âI canât trust you anymore, Diana.â
âI know this has been a shock for you. Weâve both been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours.â
âYou never approved of my relationship with Robert.â
âYou keep bringing that up. This has nothing to do with what I feel about you and Robert.â
âIt has everything to do with it! I donât want to lose him. To lose everything.â
âDid you want me to lie? Not tell you what happened?â
âIâm not sure I believe you.â Her voice rose, angry and hurt. âYouâre using this to create some kind of ⦠I donât know ⦠distrust between Robert and me.â
âThatâs not true. Whatâs going on? Does Heath have some kind of hold on you? Or is it Zaitlin?â
âYou honestly think that Robert has â¦â
âWhy was Heath using an assumed name at Bella Casa?â I paused and asked in a softer voice. âWhy did he beat you up, Celia?â
Tears streaming down her face, she screamed at me, âMaybe because I looked like a woman who needed to be beaten up!â
âYou donât mean that.â I reached for her hand.
She recoiled from my touch. âGet out.â She swept past me and into the hallway. Stunned, I gathered the urn and my purse.
The front door was open. Celia glared down at the floor.
Stepping outside, I turned back to her. âLet me help you â¦â
She slammed the door in my face. Celia and I had never had a major fight. But there was a disturbing finality to that closed door.
Acting is a series of emotional adjustments or beats, as they are sometimes called. But the adjustments have already been made before the scene is played. The actor knows how the story will end. I know this is my cue to cry or to laugh, so I have already prepared my feelings because Iâm aware this moment is coming. Now driving down the street to my house, unlocking the door, and turning on the lights in my living room, I was at a loss. I was not prepared for Celiaâs reaction, for the possibility of losing her as a friend. I told myself we were both overwrought and I just needed to give her time. I hoped I was right.
From the TV in the kitchen I could hear my name being tossed around by two female anchors.
âShut up!â I yelled at them. They didnât.
I set my purse and the urn on the coffee table. My gaze shifted to Colinâs Oscars. There was room on the mantel for another
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