Page 63 of Searching for Sadie
"Excuse me. Who are you and what have you done with my mother? I don't think I've ever heard you swear before."
"Well, I've decided something around here needs to change."
Sadie's brow scrunched as she took a sip from her soda. She had thought she knew what was going to happen. She had thought her mother would come and tell her to accept her sister's apology and encourage her to keep the peace, but she was starting to get the feeling that something else was about to happen. They were getting into uncharted territory.
Territory where her mother said fuck.
"So why did you join dad on his road trip?" Sadie asked.
"You wouldn’t answer your phone, so I needed to some searching. I needed to talk to you."
"Well, to be fair, I've been avoiding everyone's calls."
"I've noticed."
Her mom's phone rang, and she took a peek at the screen but dismissed it and turned back to Sadie.
"Can you tell me what happened? The truth."
Sadie nodded and took another sip of her soda. "Okay. I'll tell you. The show was an awful experience, but you know that much."
Her mom nodded and waited for her to continue.
"You also know that I got Tricia a job at the label."
Her mom nodded again waiting for her to continue.
"Well, when the people at the label found out the way my story line ended, they were worried about bad publicity. Even with all the NDA’s the entertainment business is small. Especially in a city like Nashville. So first they put me back into a PA role, so I was just running to get coffee and not actually working in the studio at all."
"Well, that doesn't seem very fair."
"It wasn't."
Mae brought them their food and Sadie reached for the ketchup.
"Okay, can you tell me the rest. What happened with Tricia?"
"Well, the label decided to just fire me completely, but they needed someone to take my job, and she took it."
Her mother just hummed and looked down at her plate.
"I told her I was deeply hurt by it. I was working in my dream field, and I was working my way up the ladder. She never even cared about music like that. She asked me if I wanted her to quit, I told her I wouldn't ask her to do that but that I was hurt."
Her mom's eyebrows drew together as she just listened. Sadie guessed it was now or never.
"That night she told me that she had my old job. Not only was she covering for me as a PA, but now she's an assistant producer."
There was one main difference about her and her sister. While Sadie was short and round, Tricia was tall, thin and conventionally beautiful.
"I was livid when she told me. She told me I put them in a hard spot, and they needed to replace me and that it really wasn't a big deal."
"But it was a big deal to you," her mother said.
"Yes. That job was everything to me. You know how much making music means to me. That job meant getting my songs to artists to record. It meant making music with people I respect. And instead of having my back, my sister sold me out and took my dream that was never even hers. She's just so selfish."
She waited for her mom to protest and defend her sister. "Your sister has never been as strong as you. And I wouldn't call her selfish, she just doesn't think about how her actions affect other people."
"Mom, that's the same thing."
