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Sophie laughed and asked, “How did the meeting with the producer go?”

“Oh. She’s crazy.”

“What? Why?”

“She asked me to write the script.”

“For the movie?”

“Yeah. She said I could take a stab at it, at least. She’s got an actual screenwriter who could work with me, but she said who better to write it than me: I lived my part of it, and I have intimate knowledge ofyourpart of it.”

“Okay. I’m missing the crazy part, Bry.”

“I’m not a screenwriter.”

“You’re a writer, Bryce. She seems to think you can do it.”

“I write blogs, babe.”

“But it’s our story. She’s right. Who better to tell it?”

“She wants an answer by Monday.”

“Okay. Well, why don’t you try writing it before then and see how it goes? If you hate it or you think it’s still a bad idea, you tell her to find another writer.”

“I have to buy this software. I don’t have screenwriting software. I don’t know how to use it.”

“Bryce, you are a very smart woman. I am certain that you can figure this out.”

“I don’t want to get it wrong, Soph.”

Sophie looked more serious now and said, “I get it.”

“It’sourstory. It’s you and me, and it’s important.”

“It is,” Sophie replied. “But you can tell it how no one else can. You can describe the grapefruit of my shampoo in a way no one else is going to be able to.”

“It’s a movie, not a book.” Bryce chuckled.

“So? You give the Bryce character a way to say it out loud. You did write a blog about it. Have her narrate it or something.”

“You’d be much better at this than me,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh.

“Babe, you can do this. I’ll help if you need it, but you can tell our story, and they can put it on the screen for others to see.” Sophie smiled at her.

Bryce closed her computer, pushed it off her lap, and rolled to face Sophie on the phone screen.

“I don’t want to write a blog anymore.”

“No?”

“No. I’ll do that later. I just want to talk to you.”

“About the movie people are weirdly making about us?”

Bryce laughed and said, “About literally anything. I’d talk to you about anything.”

“Okay. Well, Sean was there tonight, right?”

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