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documentary in Australia.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, about insects.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Maybe they need a commentary or a narrator or someone like that. You should check it out.”
Ester cocked her head dangerously, “A documentary?”
“ Hmm…”
“Like a person who stands in the bush and says, “Look at this incredibly interesting deadly and strangely disgusting insect that lays little maggot babies into the heads of equally disgustingly strange insects?””
“Well, I guess so. Yeah! Hey! You would be great at that!” Bobby didn’t mean to sounds so juvenile, but Ester’s maturity was having an odd effect on him.
“Bobby, look. Thanks for inviting me to this party, but seriously, can’t you just get me a good role already? You could! I know you could —” She wanted to finish it with if you wanted to , but she had too much pride for that.
“Hey, Neil is over there. ” Bobby indicated Neil’s direction with a jerk of his head. “Go talk to him.”
“Introduce me,” E ster said through clenched teeth.
“I would, but he hates me.”
“That makes two of us.” Ester marched off in Neil’s direction.
Bobby watched as she tried to grab Neil’s attention. Her smartest move would be to indulge Neil in all of Bobby’s worst traits, and that seemed to be exactly what she was doing now. In fact, they were both laughing in his direction, or better said, chuckling. Chuckling about him, for sure.
“You look thirsty.”
Bobby turned towards the voice close to his left ear and discovered a beautiful and unfamiliar face. He looked at his full glass. “You bet I am. What are you offering?”
“Anything you want, sweetie .”
CHAPTER 14
Bright lights following a late night are never a good combination.
“ Rosa!
Silence.
“Rosa!”
Bobby cautiously opened his eyes to check that he was in fact in his own bed. Thank goodness. He had somehow made it home, but what about the girl? He was sure there had been one, but which one? All his late nights since arriving in California seemed to merge in his mind. They were all shades of blonde, brunette, red head, black hair…wait, who had black hair? Ah, yes, Arlene, straight down the back with the butterfly clip. But that was before Lola. And what about last night? What was her name, Orlanda? Olanda? Orleanda? No, that was a flower. Odette? Well, O-something, anyway, and blonde. Yes, it was coming back to him now. They had gone to her place, a cute studio with floral shawls on the windows. After some intimacy, which strangely felt anything but intimate, he left with the excuse of an early morning shoot, failing to mention that he didn’t have a movie to make at the moment because she probably knew that already.
Thank fully the O girl was safely back at her place and not hiding in his bathroom brushing her teeth or borrowing his favorite T-shirt.
“ R.O.S.A.!” he felt desperate now. What, did she expect, for him to cure himself of his own hangover? Oh boy, she did. This was finally payback for Neil’s coffee comment.
Bobby crawled —nay, hobbled! out of bed and headed to the bathroom. There he met a surprising site: hair disheveled and eyes slightly puffy, he did not look at all bad. He studied his refection carefully. “Bobby, you just get better and better.” How could Rosa refuse a man like this his breakfast? Bobby remembered that he had given her the morning off. For some strange reason he had thought he’d be waking up elsewhere today. He hadn’t even trusted himself to be come home. Go figure, he thought, and inspected his skin for blemishes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“Bobby.” Sigh. “I s it me?”
“Susan ?”
“It is me!”
“No, Susan, sorry. ” They were back in the godforsaken forest of coconut trees and he’d done zero research on how to build a frigging shelter.
Frantically, he looked a bout him, trying to pick up some sort of inspiration. Susan looked at him
“Really?”
“Yeah, about insects.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Maybe they need a commentary or a narrator or someone like that. You should check it out.”
Ester cocked her head dangerously, “A documentary?”
“ Hmm…”
“Like a person who stands in the bush and says, “Look at this incredibly interesting deadly and strangely disgusting insect that lays little maggot babies into the heads of equally disgustingly strange insects?””
“Well, I guess so. Yeah! Hey! You would be great at that!” Bobby didn’t mean to sounds so juvenile, but Ester’s maturity was having an odd effect on him.
“Bobby, look. Thanks for inviting me to this party, but seriously, can’t you just get me a good role already? You could! I know you could —” She wanted to finish it with if you wanted to , but she had too much pride for that.
“Hey, Neil is over there. ” Bobby indicated Neil’s direction with a jerk of his head. “Go talk to him.”
“Introduce me,” E ster said through clenched teeth.
“I would, but he hates me.”
“That makes two of us.” Ester marched off in Neil’s direction.
Bobby watched as she tried to grab Neil’s attention. Her smartest move would be to indulge Neil in all of Bobby’s worst traits, and that seemed to be exactly what she was doing now. In fact, they were both laughing in his direction, or better said, chuckling. Chuckling about him, for sure.
“You look thirsty.”
Bobby turned towards the voice close to his left ear and discovered a beautiful and unfamiliar face. He looked at his full glass. “You bet I am. What are you offering?”
“Anything you want, sweetie .”
CHAPTER 14
Bright lights following a late night are never a good combination.
“ Rosa!
Silence.
“Rosa!”
Bobby cautiously opened his eyes to check that he was in fact in his own bed. Thank goodness. He had somehow made it home, but what about the girl? He was sure there had been one, but which one? All his late nights since arriving in California seemed to merge in his mind. They were all shades of blonde, brunette, red head, black hair…wait, who had black hair? Ah, yes, Arlene, straight down the back with the butterfly clip. But that was before Lola. And what about last night? What was her name, Orlanda? Olanda? Orleanda? No, that was a flower. Odette? Well, O-something, anyway, and blonde. Yes, it was coming back to him now. They had gone to her place, a cute studio with floral shawls on the windows. After some intimacy, which strangely felt anything but intimate, he left with the excuse of an early morning shoot, failing to mention that he didn’t have a movie to make at the moment because she probably knew that already.
Thank fully the O girl was safely back at her place and not hiding in his bathroom brushing her teeth or borrowing his favorite T-shirt.
“ R.O.S.A.!” he felt desperate now. What, did she expect, for him to cure himself of his own hangover? Oh boy, she did. This was finally payback for Neil’s coffee comment.
Bobby crawled —nay, hobbled! out of bed and headed to the bathroom. There he met a surprising site: hair disheveled and eyes slightly puffy, he did not look at all bad. He studied his refection carefully. “Bobby, you just get better and better.” How could Rosa refuse a man like this his breakfast? Bobby remembered that he had given her the morning off. For some strange reason he had thought he’d be waking up elsewhere today. He hadn’t even trusted himself to be come home. Go figure, he thought, and inspected his skin for blemishes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“Bobby.” Sigh. “I s it me?”
“Susan ?”
“It is me!”
“No, Susan, sorry. ” They were back in the godforsaken forest of coconut trees and he’d done zero research on how to build a frigging shelter.
Frantically, he looked a bout him, trying to pick up some sort of inspiration. Susan looked at him
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