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Authors: Anne Canadeo
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ASAP,â Maggie promised.
âIâm so totally there,â Suzanne enthused. âThank you, thank you, thank you.â
âGreat. Iâm glad it works out for you. I have an early call tomorrow. Weâd better get going,â Jennifer said finally. âI have to look fresh for those close-ups. Even the best makeup artist can only work so much magic.â
Jennifer Todd hardly needed any magic wand from a make-up artist. Though Maggie was sure that it was hard for an actress to get older, her looks constantly scrutinized, as if theyâd been stamped with an expiration date. Men could get craggy and mature looking. Or be cast against an actress half their age. But it was an entirely different ball game for women. A harsh reality of the profession.
The actress gathered up her knitting, looking pleased at her progress. Maggie gave her a Black Sheep Knitting Shop tote to carry it. Sheâd just had them made up for the shopâa black recycled shopping bag with the shop logo printed on one side in white. On the other side, one of her favorite mottos read: So much yarn, so little time.
âThatâs adorable. I can really use this, too. I left my knitting bag on the plane. The airline still hasnât returned it,â Jennifer explained as she held out the tote, admiring it.
Another celebrity endorsement? Could be, Maggie realized, though she certainly hadnât given Jen the bag for that reason.
âYouâve given me so much good material. Iâm going to talk to Theo, the scriptwriter, tomorrow and see if he can work some of these details into the shop scenes. Maybe we should have a knitting group in the background,â she mused aloud.
âIf you need any experienced extras, let us know,â Suzanne jumped in. Maggie could see her other friends silently react, shocked once again at Suzanneâs boldness.
âYouâre at the top of the list,â Jennifer promised.
Did they really have a chance to be extras in the movie, or was Jennifer just being nice? Theyâd been joking about that the other night, Maggie recalled. Wouldnât it be amazing if it happened?
âI guess you should text Victor and tell him weâre ready,â Jennifer told her assistant.
âI just did,â Alicia replied.
Jen glanced at Maggie again. âWe tried to sneak over on our own, but security insisted on driving us. Poor Victor hadnât even eaten dinner yet, so I told him not to wait. Heâs just up at the inn. Heâll be here in a minute.â
Before Maggie could reply, a sharp knock sounded on the door. Maggie was surprised. âThat was fast. Heâs very efficient, isnât he?â
Maggie opened the door, ready to face the bearded giant. But the threshold was empty.
She glanced back at Alicia and Jennifer, who stood just behind her, about to leave. Maggie wondered if the security guard had returned to his car. But only the familiar cars of the knitting group stood parked within view.
Alicia stepped out on the porch behind Maggie and glanced down the street in both directions. âI donât see the car, Jen. Donât come out yet,â she warned her boss.
âOh brother . . . Iâm not in witness protection.â Jennifer sounded cranky about having to be so cautious. It must be odd, Maggie realized, to worry about moving freely around the community where you were raised. She could understand Jenniferâs irritation.
âGoodness, whatâs this?â Maggie suddenly noticed a bunch of flowers on the top step and picked them upâa huge wicker basket, full of long-stemmed yellow roses, the handle of the basket decorated with a dark blue satin ribbon and a big bow. She held it out for Alicia to see.
A large card set right in the middle of the bouquet read, âFor Jennifer, My True Loveâ in large, cursive script.
âIt looks like a gift for Jennifer. Special delivery?â
Alicia did not look
âIâm so totally there,â Suzanne enthused. âThank you, thank you, thank you.â
âGreat. Iâm glad it works out for you. I have an early call tomorrow. Weâd better get going,â Jennifer said finally. âI have to look fresh for those close-ups. Even the best makeup artist can only work so much magic.â
Jennifer Todd hardly needed any magic wand from a make-up artist. Though Maggie was sure that it was hard for an actress to get older, her looks constantly scrutinized, as if theyâd been stamped with an expiration date. Men could get craggy and mature looking. Or be cast against an actress half their age. But it was an entirely different ball game for women. A harsh reality of the profession.
The actress gathered up her knitting, looking pleased at her progress. Maggie gave her a Black Sheep Knitting Shop tote to carry it. Sheâd just had them made up for the shopâa black recycled shopping bag with the shop logo printed on one side in white. On the other side, one of her favorite mottos read: So much yarn, so little time.
âThatâs adorable. I can really use this, too. I left my knitting bag on the plane. The airline still hasnât returned it,â Jennifer explained as she held out the tote, admiring it.
Another celebrity endorsement? Could be, Maggie realized, though she certainly hadnât given Jen the bag for that reason.
âYouâve given me so much good material. Iâm going to talk to Theo, the scriptwriter, tomorrow and see if he can work some of these details into the shop scenes. Maybe we should have a knitting group in the background,â she mused aloud.
âIf you need any experienced extras, let us know,â Suzanne jumped in. Maggie could see her other friends silently react, shocked once again at Suzanneâs boldness.
âYouâre at the top of the list,â Jennifer promised.
Did they really have a chance to be extras in the movie, or was Jennifer just being nice? Theyâd been joking about that the other night, Maggie recalled. Wouldnât it be amazing if it happened?
âI guess you should text Victor and tell him weâre ready,â Jennifer told her assistant.
âI just did,â Alicia replied.
Jen glanced at Maggie again. âWe tried to sneak over on our own, but security insisted on driving us. Poor Victor hadnât even eaten dinner yet, so I told him not to wait. Heâs just up at the inn. Heâll be here in a minute.â
Before Maggie could reply, a sharp knock sounded on the door. Maggie was surprised. âThat was fast. Heâs very efficient, isnât he?â
Maggie opened the door, ready to face the bearded giant. But the threshold was empty.
She glanced back at Alicia and Jennifer, who stood just behind her, about to leave. Maggie wondered if the security guard had returned to his car. But only the familiar cars of the knitting group stood parked within view.
Alicia stepped out on the porch behind Maggie and glanced down the street in both directions. âI donât see the car, Jen. Donât come out yet,â she warned her boss.
âOh brother . . . Iâm not in witness protection.â Jennifer sounded cranky about having to be so cautious. It must be odd, Maggie realized, to worry about moving freely around the community where you were raised. She could understand Jenniferâs irritation.
âGoodness, whatâs this?â Maggie suddenly noticed a bunch of flowers on the top step and picked them upâa huge wicker basket, full of long-stemmed yellow roses, the handle of the basket decorated with a dark blue satin ribbon and a big bow. She held it out for Alicia to see.
A large card set right in the middle of the bouquet read, âFor Jennifer, My True Loveâ in large, cursive script.
âIt looks like a gift for Jennifer. Special delivery?â
Alicia did not look
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