Page 181 of My Five Daddies

The day goes on and finally we wrap shooting. As I clean up the script and go over the day with Lionel, Jackson disappears back into his trailer. Normally he stands around and chats with the crew, but today he just ran off like something isup.

I get finished with Lionel, and as I’m walking back toward my locker, I run into Paul the lighting guy. “How you doin’, script girl?” he asksme.

“Pretty good,” I say. The crew’s been nicer to me ever since I went out with them, although I did run away pretty fast. I think Jackson talked me up orsomething.

“You hear the gossip?” he asks me,grinning.

“I don’t think so,” I say. “Lay it onme.”

“Apparently, Jackson was yelling in his trailer earlier at lunch. And now there are rumors about him andHolly.”

I raise an eyebrow and my heart starts to beat faster. “Holly?” I ask, not wanting toknow.

“I think they’re together. Dunno what it means that he was yelling at someone, maybe trouble inparadise.”

I take a deep breath. “Sounds like the usual set crap,” I say to him, trying tosmile.

He laughs. “Yeah, can’t get away from it with these movie stars. Always got to bedramatic.”

“You’re not wrong about that,” Isay.

“Well, you have a good night, script girl. Good worktoday.”

“You too, Paul.” I nod to him and hurry off, heartracing.

What the hell was he talking about, Holly and Jackson? And why was he yelling in histrailer?

I put my things away, locking up the master script in my locker. I don’t know what the heck is going on, but I can’t help but think about the way he was reacting earlier. Maybe something really is wrong, and he’s fighting with Holly about something. I know the studios are always pushing these actors together, but I thought Jackson was above all thatstuff.

I head home, trying not to obsess too much, but that’s in my personality. I get back to my little bungalow apartment and head inside to find Laney sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of CocoaPuffs.

“’Sup girl,” she says as I walk in, a mouth full ofcereal.

“Did you move yettoday?”

She shrugs. “I went to thekitchen.”

“And did youwrite?”

“What are you, myagent?”

“No,” I say, flopping down on the chair next to her. “But you gotta sell some movies so I can work onthem.”

“Working on it,” she says, taking a big mouthful of chocolate sugar. “This stuff is sogood.”

“It’s just sugar, youknow.”

“Oh, I know.” She grins at me. “I work from home, so who am Iimpressing?”

I sigh. “Yourpancreas?”

“She’s good. Very strong.” She pats herstomach.

“Your pancreas is agirl?”

“Of course,” Laney says. “Every organ I have is a girl, but if I were a guy, they’d all be adude.”

“Makes sense,” I say, nodding at her simplelogic.

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