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very, very soon. I love you more than life itself, Lucy, so please don’t worry. Max xx Instead, I get zip.
It’s one thing for him to walk out on me, but to leave Bella and Sam as well? It’s incomprehensible. What would make him do such a thing? It makes me so angry I could cut his clothes up into tiny pieces and scatter them in the pool.
Now, there’s an idea. But what would be the point? I’d just have to fish them out again once my anger subsided because no other bastard would do it for me.
One of the mothers from school threw her husband’s laptop into their pool when he left her. That little incident kept the mothers from 5L gossiping for a good three weeks. But Max seems to have taken his laptop with him.
A tidal wave of sadness engulfs me. Have I really been such a terrible wife and mother? Then I get angry again and want to hit him, hard; maybe throw him in the sludgy pool. Wouldn’t that be a sight to behold?
I’m shoving piles of Max’s clothes into garbage bags when the phone rings. It’s Gloria.
‘Are you sure you don’t want to try out for Celebrity Circus , Luce? The wheel of death is really connecting with the twenty- to thirty-nine-year-olds out there.’
‘Give up, Gloria.’
‘ Australian Fear Factor ?’
‘There is no way on this earth I’m letting some crazy guy talk me into eating rotten bull’s balls or any other dead animal’s genitalia.’
‘You’re making it hard for yourself, Lucy. You should at least try these things - I, myself, wouldn’t be averse to a bit of ball action of any description right now. Besides, reality TV is not going to disappear, so the sooner you get used to the fact your future involves playing poker, eating witchetty grubs or parading half-nude in a fishbowl, the sooner you’ll get real television work again.’
‘Don’t you think it’s slightly odd that families gather round their television on Sunday nights to watch C-grade celebrities cram as many maggot-infested dead scorpions into their mouths as possible?’
‘Give the audience what they want, that’s my motto,’ says Gloria, then takes a deep breath. ‘Look, you know I’ll keep putting you forward for commercials, Luce, but you have to make an effort.’
‘Speaking of which, have you heard anything about the dog commercial?’
Gloria hesitates. ‘Not yet.’
‘That’s not a good sign, is it?’
‘I’m sure you’ll get it.’
‘You’re such a bad liar.’
‘I’m not. It’s just that a lot of people auditioned. You know how it is. There’s a tinnitus ad coming up. I’ll see what buttons I need to push to get you an audition.’
‘Great! I’ll make sure I keep an ear out for your call. Can’t wait.’
‘Now, now, there are other people in the world -’ she starts, but I hang up on her.
Instead of continuing to pack up Max’s clothes, I check my email messages. There are none from Max, surprise, surprise, but there are two more from Dom. I don’t know how I feel about that, except that I remember I forgot to tell Gloria off for putting him in contact with me.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Hey Lucy, okay, perhaps I was being too subtle with Hey Lucy, okay, perhaps I was being too subtle with my first email. Did you not get the hint that I want you to email me, or, better yet, pick up the phone?Gloria’s filled me in on what’s been going on and it sounds like you could do with the company of an old friend who knew you before The Young Residents and hasn’t seen you espousing the virtues of broccoli.
I think that someone could be me. Come on, girl, call me. Dom xx
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Lucy, remember the end-of-year Christmas bash Lucy, remember the end-of-year Christmas bash where I knocked my head and you took me to hospital? Thought you might like to know I’ve still got a scar on my chin. Every time I shave, I think of you and smile. Well, not every time, but most . . . Call me.
It’s one thing for him to walk out on me, but to leave Bella and Sam as well? It’s incomprehensible. What would make him do such a thing? It makes me so angry I could cut his clothes up into tiny pieces and scatter them in the pool.
Now, there’s an idea. But what would be the point? I’d just have to fish them out again once my anger subsided because no other bastard would do it for me.
One of the mothers from school threw her husband’s laptop into their pool when he left her. That little incident kept the mothers from 5L gossiping for a good three weeks. But Max seems to have taken his laptop with him.
A tidal wave of sadness engulfs me. Have I really been such a terrible wife and mother? Then I get angry again and want to hit him, hard; maybe throw him in the sludgy pool. Wouldn’t that be a sight to behold?
I’m shoving piles of Max’s clothes into garbage bags when the phone rings. It’s Gloria.
‘Are you sure you don’t want to try out for Celebrity Circus , Luce? The wheel of death is really connecting with the twenty- to thirty-nine-year-olds out there.’
‘Give up, Gloria.’
‘ Australian Fear Factor ?’
‘There is no way on this earth I’m letting some crazy guy talk me into eating rotten bull’s balls or any other dead animal’s genitalia.’
‘You’re making it hard for yourself, Lucy. You should at least try these things - I, myself, wouldn’t be averse to a bit of ball action of any description right now. Besides, reality TV is not going to disappear, so the sooner you get used to the fact your future involves playing poker, eating witchetty grubs or parading half-nude in a fishbowl, the sooner you’ll get real television work again.’
‘Don’t you think it’s slightly odd that families gather round their television on Sunday nights to watch C-grade celebrities cram as many maggot-infested dead scorpions into their mouths as possible?’
‘Give the audience what they want, that’s my motto,’ says Gloria, then takes a deep breath. ‘Look, you know I’ll keep putting you forward for commercials, Luce, but you have to make an effort.’
‘Speaking of which, have you heard anything about the dog commercial?’
Gloria hesitates. ‘Not yet.’
‘That’s not a good sign, is it?’
‘I’m sure you’ll get it.’
‘You’re such a bad liar.’
‘I’m not. It’s just that a lot of people auditioned. You know how it is. There’s a tinnitus ad coming up. I’ll see what buttons I need to push to get you an audition.’
‘Great! I’ll make sure I keep an ear out for your call. Can’t wait.’
‘Now, now, there are other people in the world -’ she starts, but I hang up on her.
Instead of continuing to pack up Max’s clothes, I check my email messages. There are none from Max, surprise, surprise, but there are two more from Dom. I don’t know how I feel about that, except that I remember I forgot to tell Gloria off for putting him in contact with me.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Hey Lucy, okay, perhaps I was being too subtle with Hey Lucy, okay, perhaps I was being too subtle with my first email. Did you not get the hint that I want you to email me, or, better yet, pick up the phone?Gloria’s filled me in on what’s been going on and it sounds like you could do with the company of an old friend who knew you before The Young Residents and hasn’t seen you espousing the virtues of broccoli.
I think that someone could be me. Come on, girl, call me. Dom xx
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Lucy, remember the end-of-year Christmas bash Lucy, remember the end-of-year Christmas bash where I knocked my head and you took me to hospital? Thought you might like to know I’ve still got a scar on my chin. Every time I shave, I think of you and smile. Well, not every time, but most . . . Call me.
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