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  “No, I just had an early wakeup call.” I sat at the kitchen table, placing my shoes and bag next to me on the shiny wooden floor.

  “Oh?”

  “Good news. Actually, fantastic news.”

  My mom sat on a chair facing me, arranging curls of black hair back in the messy knot on top of her head. Her dark eyes were inquisitive, as were her beautifully arched eyebrows.

  “It was Danny,” I went on. “He got me a contract with a big production company. They’re going to make a movie about my latest novel. For starters, I’ll receive a one million advance.”

  Her shapely lips parted comically. “What? A million what?”

  I burst out laughing. “Dollars, Mom. A million dollars.”

  “Holy mother of God!” She started to rise, then dropped back in her chair and reached for my hands. “My God, Kendra, you made it. You made it big!” she squeaked, and jumped to her feet to pull me into her arms. “My baby is a genius!”

  We laughed together, holding on tightly while tears of joy ran down our cheeks. When we finally drew apart, she looked closely at me.

  “Something’s wrong. Why aren’t you happy?”

  She knew me too well. I don’t know if every mother has this incredible knowledge of her child’s every emotion, but my mother could tell my state of mind from miles away, let alone when we were face to face. I looked away, letting go of her. I moved idly to the window, looking out through the lacy curtains at the neatly kept back yard.

  “I am happy, Mom. I just… I caught Richard in bed with another woman.”

  Chapter Two

  A beat of silence. Then my mom’s incredulous voice, “What?”

  “Yep. I went to his apartment this morning to tell him the good news. Turns out I was the surprised one. He was very… engaged with a huge-boobed blonde.”

  “Why, that… That…” Her face turned red and I could see she was struggling not to break her habit of never cursing in front of me. Her hands curled into fists, clenching and unclenching.

  Finally, she said, “That whore-fucking, cock-sucking son of a bitch!”

  Despite the seriousness of the situation, I hooted with laughter.

  “Mom! Those were the exact words I used! It’s almost worth it, only to hear you say that. I’ve always known the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

  She gave me a reluctant smile, then hugged me again. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” After a moment, she shook her head. “No, wait. Actually I’m not sorry. Richard is an idiot. And what’s worse, he’s an idiot who’s never made you happy. Not even contented. I think it’s wonderful that you’re rid of him and free to find yourself a real man.”

  My lips curved in the ghost of a smile. I sat down again, as Mom moved to the stove and started to brew coffee.

  “I know you’re right, Mom. He didn’t make me happy. That’s why I’m not crying my heart out and pulling my hair out. Richard isn’t a great loss. As for finding another man… I don’t—can’t—think about that now. The only thing I want to focus on is my work. This contract, this movie, they’re my biggest accomplishments. I plan to get involved in everything. Oh, I forgot to tell you, tomorrow I’m flying to London to sign the contract.”

  “That’s lovely! You know how I always wanted to visit the British Museum. You can go and take pictures for me,” she said, putting a mug in front of me. She took out a half-eaten chocolate cake from the fridge and placed it on the table, then poured the coffee. “When are you coming back?”

  I took a deep breath as I cut into the cake with the bread knife.

  “I’m not.”

  She froze with the pot of coffee in her hand. “What do you mean you’re not coming back?”

  Poor Mom… She’d had several shocks already, and I was giving her jolt after jolt. But it had been a jolt to me too. I only realized my decision when the words had rolled out of my mouth.

  “The movie will be filmed in Los Angeles,” I said, taking the pot from her and filling her mug. “I decided to move there, at least for a while. This way I can get involved as a consultant. Besides, I want to start over, Mom. It’s not just this business with Richard. This was only the last straw. My life needs a makeover, and now I have the chance to do it.”

  She stared into her cup for several moments, thoughtfully. When she looked back up at me, her eyes were shiny with tears.

  “You’re right, Kendra. You need to live your life, live your dreams. I always knew the time would come when you would have to leave the nest. I cried for days when you moved out. I told myself I hated that horrible little apartment you live in, but it was actually the pain of losing you.”

  I reached out and squeezed her hand. “Mom, you never told me that.”

  “Because I wasn’t supposed to. This is what kids do. They grow up and leave to build their own lives. Every parent knows that, from the first beat of their children’s hearts. But that doesn’t make it easier to accept.” She sniffed back tears, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. “I’m happy for you, baby. I really am. It’s time you made your way. God knows you worked hard enough and deserve the best.”

  Hot tears stung my eyes and started rolling down my cheeks as I held my mother’s hand.

  “Thank you, Mom. You’re the best mother in the world. I have no idea what I’m going to do without you and Dad.”

  “Oh, chin up, honey! It’s not like you’re moving at the end of the world.”

  “No, just the other side of the continent,” I muttered.

  “We’ll visit as often as we can. Besides, with all this technology and video calls, you won’t even notice the difference.”

  We smiled at one another across the square wooden table, across the distance that would soon separate us. I already felt homesick, but there was a small part of me that was getting more and more excited. I was standing on the edge of a drastic change of my future. Even though I didn’t know if it was going to be good or bad, I was beginning to look forward to it.

  “Where’s Daddy?” I asked. “I want to give him the big news.”

  ****

  After lunch, my mom and I said our teary goodbyes. We parted with a lot of hugs and my repeated promises to be careful. One would think I was moving to Hell instead of the City of Angels. My father drove me to my apartment in his battle-scarred SUV, and gave me more sensible advice.

  “Don’t even look at strangers, let alone talk to them,” he instructed in his authoritarian voice, which he’d perfected during his years as an Air Force captain. “And if anyone bothers you, let me know.”

  “Don’t worry, Daddy. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. Besides, Danny lives in L.A. too. He’ll look after me.”

  “Yeah, right. There’s nothing more appealing to a guy than a vulnerable, lonely young woman. You’ve only met this character twice. Don’t trust him.”

  “He’s gotten me this contract, you know. Besides, we talk for hours at a time on Facebook.”

  “Facebook.” Dad sniggered, as he slid the car to a stop in front of my building. “Don’t tell me about this Internet stuff. I showed you that picture with the tiger stalking the gazelle from behind a computer screen, didn’t I? You were supposed to learn something from that.”

  I smiled, leaning over to give him a hug. Poor old Dad. He’d taken care of me and Mom all of our lives. This must be tougher on him than he wanted to let on.

  “I did. I’ll be careful, I promise. Listen, I need you to do something for me. I’m going to take with me only what I need for now, but I’ll pack the rest of my things. Could you pick them up tomorrow and take them home?”

  “Sure.”

  I gave him the spare key. When I tried to give him money to pay my last month’s rent, he waved it aside.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

  I protested, but didn’t manage to change his mind, so I thanked him and climbed out of the car.

  “Do you need any help with packing?” he asked, climbing out too.


  “Nope. I’m gonna travel light. Oh, one more thing.” I took the keys to my car and handed them over. “Could you make sure my hunk o’ junk car gets to Car Heaven? Sell it, burn it, donate it, whatever you want, but get rid of it, okay?”

  “Okay. Goodbye, princess. I love you.”

  The grim sadness in his brown eyes seeped into my heart. I hugged him tightly, hiding my face against his wide, strong chest. The very center of my life had been there during my first years, as he told me stories, cuddled me to sleep, or wiped off my tears before he departed for months at a time. Despite the long absences, he was the best dad in the world.

  “Bye, Daddy. I love you too.”

  I took one last look at his beloved face, then turned and walked quickly into my building.

  ****

  The thought that this was going to be the last time I climbed those rickety stairs resulted in mixed feelings. I had gotten used to this dump, where I’d known my first freedom as an adult, along with the misery of making rent money and struggling to build a career. When I’d graduated from the Humanities Division of the Chicago University, I got a job as a journalist at a small-change newspaper, but soon the stars in my eyes faded and I realized that was no way to make a living. Maybe it was the ambition inherited from my father that drove me to make an outstanding professional statement, so I was never able to settle for an ordinary life. Though I respected her more than anyone in the world, I never wanted to be like my mom, who’d always been a housewife. She had a special vocation for it, and had never wanted to be anything else.

  Her only regret was not being able to have more children. After I was born, she had recurrent ovarian cysts, and in the end had a hysterectomy. It had been very hard on her, especially since she was so young, but my dad’s unconditional support had finally helped her move on. I often wished I had siblings, but since my parents showered me with enough love to supply an army of children, I couldn’t complain. On the contrary—I wanted to make them the proudest parents on earth.

  So, guided by the strong urge to do something significant with my life, I started writing poetry on the side, then a couple of novels, and so I found my vocation as a writer. In fact, it seemed a more realistic way to success. More importantly, I was good at it and I liked it. Things improved when Danny Gonzales—the major partner at a famous literary agency—had replied to one of my submissions, impressed by the number of contests my scripts had won. He immediately got me a contract for a short movie, then I wrote the outlines for a couple of commercials. And now, my most important contract awaited my signature. The timing was perfect.

  I unlocked my door, put the keys on the shoe shelf next to the entry, then kicked off my shoes and padded to the bathroom on the worn, linoleum-covered floor. I studied myself in the small mirror, marveling at how much a person’s life can change in less than twenty-four hours. My eyes looked huge and black against my pale skin, outlined by smudged mascara. I’d cried a lot more over the separation from my parents than over Richard, but even though I decided to block thoughts of him from my mind, there was a raw wound in my heart. I knew time would heal it, especially now that I had the chance to start over, far away from here.

  My phone rang. When I took it out of my small purse, I saw it was Richard. I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. I wanted to shut my phone off, but I knew my parents or Danny would call me, so I waited for the ringing to stop, then blocked Richard’s number. Thank God for selective technology.

  I slipped out of the black dress, turned the water on to fill the tub, then went into the small living room and put on some music. I tied my hair back in a messy ponytail as I returned to the bathroom to remove my makeup. The glamorous Morticia was gone, replaced by a girl who looked more twenty than thirty, despite the circles of fatigue under her eyes. I gazed closely at my reflection and decided I liked what I saw. My slim body was nicely curved and feminine. Even though I wasn’t voluptuous, I had a nice figure. My skin was smooth and translucent, much like an ivory statuette. Maybe my face was a bit too pale, but at least I had no wrinkles. When I went out like this, with my hair pulled back and without makeup, there were still plenty of people who asked me what year I was in high school.

  I sat on the rim of the tub, waiting for it to fill and massaging my aching feet. I didn’t wear heels often, not only because I didn’t have many opportunities, but because I was nearly six foot tall. Besides, Richard felt uncomfortable when I wore high shoes, which made me taller than him. Geez Louise! I couldn’t believe how much trouble I’d gone to stroking his insecure ego. And look where that got me, I thought grim-faced.

  I sang along with Frankee, and her Fuck You Right Back message to her ex-boyfriend was straight on target. Well, almost. I hadn’t cheated on my worthless ex. It had never even crossed my mind. My parents had instilled in me since childhood a sense of fairness and loyalty that was embedded in my genes. And even though Mom was right about Richard never making me happy, I’d stuck by him and respected our commitment.

  It occurred to me that I was in fact relieved the relationship wasn’t demanding, and left me time to bury myself in my work. Perhaps I had neglected Richard, but I thought he didn’t mind. He was just as career-driven as me. Or had he minded?

  Oh, what did it matter now? It was all over anyway. I had absolutely no wish of dwelling on it, or of going back. That chapter of my life was kaput.

  I was just getting into the tub when Gloria Gaynor’s strong voice started singing I Will Survive. Happy the music was loud enough, I sank into the hot, fragrant water.

  I didn’t realize I was singing my lungs out until someone banged hard against the bathroom wall, shouting, “Will you keep it down in there, Tina?”

  “Up yours! And it’s Gloria!” I yelled back laughing, knowing it was Pete Gallagher, who sang in the shower every morning and who was probably the most tone-deaf person I knew. He was a few years older than I, and a confirmed bachelor, though he’d tried to lure me on dates on more than one occasion. He was good-looking, but I always declined because of Richard. I asked myself now for a mad moment what would happen if I went over to his apartment wrapped in a towel and asked him to join me in the tub. That would give Richard tit for tat. And… I’d be no better than him.

  Shaking my head in disgust because the thought had even crossed my mind, I reached for the phone to call Danny. I told him I was going to fly to London tomorrow and asked him to make hotel arrangements for me.

  “It will be done,” he said cheerfully. “When do you plan to get back to Chicago?”

  “I’m not. I’m flying back to L.A. with you.”

  There was a significant pause. “Oh? Do you want to visit The Ultimate Dreamland?”

  “Nope. I’m moving there.”

  “You are?” Another pause. “How… When did you decide?” he asked, sounding puzzled but very pleased.

  “Today,” I said on a sigh, moving my leg idly in the bubbly water. “It was an impulsive decision, but I’m sticking to it.”

  “That’s great, really great.” I sensed he wanted to ask more questions, but one of his biggest qualities was diplomacy. All he said was, “So, where do you plan to stay? You can have my guest room for as long as you want.”

  “That’s very nice of you, Danny, but I wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of your hospitality. I’ll stay in a hotel for a short while, then I was thinking I could buy a place of my own. About that… How soon will I get my advance money? The truth is I need it really badly. The plane tickets and a few days in a hotel will exhaust my lifetime savings. After that, I’ll be broke.”

  “Well, the term is thirty days from the signing of the contract, but I think I can make that twenty-four hours. They’re hooked, Kendra. At this point, you have them eating out of your hand.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice. I smiled back, letting out the breath I had been holding.

  “That’s good. My biggest worry dealt with. I have to go now. I need to start packing.”

  “Okay. I
’ll see you tomorrow then. What time shall I pick you up at the airport?”

  I quickly calculated the time difference. “The plane lands at ten p.m, I think. But listen, you don’t have to…”

  “I’ll be there,” he interrupted firmly. “And I’ll set up the meeting for the day after tomorrow.”

  “Thanks, Danny. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me. Bye.”

  I put down the receiver thoughtfully. I had a zillion things to do. I hadn’t even started and I felt weary. I submerged myself into the water, knowing I was as well hidden from my problems as an ostrich in the sand. With a huge gulp of air, I surfaced and started shampooing my hair. Things weren’t getting done by themselves.

  ****

  Midnight found me slaloming in my crammed bedroom among boxes and bags, still not sure if I’d packed everything I needed, or if I’d packed too much stuff. I’d never been a hoarder, and didn’t have a real wish for collecting things, except maybe for books and clothes. But I was selective in both departments, preferring to own one quality item rather than ten knockoffs.

  I packed a single suitcase with the best clothes I owned, a few books and some personal things: a small angel statue my mom had given me for my birthday, an antique pocket watch that had belonged to my father’s father, whom I’d never known, a set of three small silver spoons given to me by my best friend...

  I looked again in the suitcase, then around me. In my somewhat melancholic mood it seemed sad I should own so little, need so little. My entire life could be packed in a suitcase, with room to spare.

  “Oh, for God’s sake! I’m not gonna start feeling sorry for myself. I’m just a practical person. Besides, who needs more, when in a few days I’ll be shopping on Melrose and Rodeo Drive?”

  The thought really cheered me up, as did the vision of streets bordered by palm trees, sunshine and beaches. Soon I was going to rub elbows with celebrities, shop for a house, and start a new life in the land of all possibilities. Live fast, die young, that was the motto in Hollywood, and even though I wasn’t the type to believe in such extremisms, my blood stirred with excitement.