âAfter sixteen years of marriage I know how to defuse Dean. Underneath all his swagger and explosions, heâs really a good guy.â
âDean . . . a good guy?â Zeke scoffed as he sidled up to join us. âYouâre a saint to put up with him, Linda. And everybody knows it.â
âStop it, Zeke,â Linda said sharply. âYou know I donât like that kind of talk.â
âSorry,â Zeke mumbled like a puppy whoâd just been swatted on the head with a newspaper.
Zeke continued to hang out with us as we watched Prozac have intimate relations with her ball of yarn, gazing at Linda with pure longing in his eyes.
After a while, Nikki returned to the soundstage.
âMission accomplished!â she said, joining us. âI found a crystal bowl at a thrift shop just a few blocks away. The Skinny Kittyâs all prepped for Dean. I left it in the kitchen, safe from mischievous paws,â she added with a sidelong glance at Prozac, who by now, in several states, was undoubtedly legally married to the ball of yarn.
Nikki then headed off to reward herself with a snack from the buffet table, accompanied by Linda and Zeke.
I would have loved to join them and swan dive into some baked ham, but didnât dare let Prozac out of my sight.
Eventually, Big and Bigger announced that they were ready to shoot, and Ian and Deedee were summoned from the parking lot.
Ian staggered back onto the soundstage, weaving unsteadily on his feet, clearly three sheets to the wind, gulping gin from him Starbucks thermos. He was soon followed by Deedee, who came marching in with a self-assured smile, brow unfurrowed under her ebony chopsticks.
âAre you guys okay?â Linda asked, eyeing Ian with concern.
âFine,â Ian muttered
âIâm perfectly well, thank you,â Deedee said. âYour husband may have issued some ugly threats, but Iâve got nothing to be worried about. Not now. You see, Iâve taken care of him forever.â
And with those enigmatic words, she bopped over to the buffet table and helped herself to a bear claw.
Linda, looking somewhat taken aback at Deedeeâs pronouncement, summoned Dean and the Pink Panther from their latest âworkâ session.
âCamille helped me with my makeup,â Dean said as he and the Panther sauntered over to join us.
Iâll just bet she did , I thought, eyeing a smudge of foundation on the Pantherâs thigh.
âOkay, everybody. Quiet on the set!â Ian called out as Dean crossed to the stage and took a seat in the armchair that had been set up for the shot.
âYou ready?â Ian snapped, glaring at Dean.
âProbably the only person on this soundstage who is,â Dean shot back.
Ian took a defiant slug from his thermos and called out: âWhere the hellâs the cat food?â
At which point, Nikki came rushing in with a freshly styled bowl of Skinny Kitty, along with a tiny silver fork.
âThat bowl isnât real crystal,â the Panther sniffed.
âItâll have to do,â Linda said, steely-eyed.
âYes, letâs get this thing over with,â Dean said, grabbing the bowl and fork.
âOkay,â Ian shouted. âAction!â
And just like that, Dean morphed from monumental grouch to personable spokesman, all smiles, Mr. Rogers in Armani.
âMy Skinny Kitty cat food is so delicious,â he said, spearing a forkful, âI eat it myself.â
He held up the chunk of cat food, admiring it as it shimmered in the studio light. Then he popped it in his mouth and, true to his word, ate it.
He was just about to dig in for another bite when suddenly he clutched his stomach, his face drained of color. The silver fork came clattering to the floor, followed by the bowl of cat food. Seconds later, Dean joined them with a thud, coiled in a fetal ball, moaning in pain.
For a minute, everyone just stood there, frozen.
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