one room in all your life?”
“So, what’s it like to be a princess?” Michelle asked.
“Princesses must have stiff necks and aching feet,” Sonya said.
As they drove through the entrance to Casa Malibu, Kim laughed. “It looks like a Super Eight.”
“How would you know that?” Sonya asked.
“I know Super Eights, okay?” Kim said.
I shouldn’t have asked, Sonya thought.
After squeezing the Camry into the last available space, Michelle led them over a red brick walkway between two tall palm trees directly to their beachfront room.
“You’ve already been checked in.” Michelle took out a key. “No keycards here. This is an old-school joint. It’s kind of seventies chic.” She worked the lock and opened the door. “Aren’t the crashing waves to die for?”
Sonya liked the white walls, white fireplace, and the king-size bed covered with a gold leaf bedspread. It reminds me of my TV room. Oh, the plastic plant next to the TV is a nice touch. Grandmama would have felt right at home here. She had an entire kitchen filled with plants she had to dust instead of water.
“It’s got satellite TV, wireless Internet access, free continental breakfast,” Michelle said, “and you’re only fifty feet from the ocean.”
Kim slumped into a rattan chair. “I will die here.”
“Not bad,” Sonya said. “I’ve stayed in worse.”
Kim sighed. “So have I. But this is so creamy and peachy.”
Michelle opened a door to a tiny kitchen. “Oh, this is nice.”
Sonya had to turn sideways to get into the bathroom, a toilet to the left, a tub to the right. “Was this once an apartment complex?”
Michelle stuck her head in, and Sonya had to back up. “I think so.”
Sonya left the bathroom for the veranda, a lounge chair and table set up facing the ocean. Is the ocean always this loud? I don’t know if I could sleep with all that noise.
Kim wandered into the kitchen. “I’m eating on WB’s tab as much as I can.”
“Oh, there are lots of nice restaurants around here,” Michelle said. “And you’re liable to see someone famous.”
“You could always get some groceries,” Sonya said. “You’re a great cook.”
“I’m on vacation,” Kim said. “Why would I cook?”
Michelle went to the door and turned. “Sonya, they’ll send a car to get you Monday so they can paint and dress you in time for the show.”
“Funny,” Sonya said.
Michelle handed Sonya the room key. “Well, if you need anything, just give me a call.”
“Um, we’re both new at this agent thing,” Sonya said. “What exactly are you going to do for us from now on?”
“I already did it,” Michelle said. “I got both of you cast in a TV show.”
“You’re done?” Sonya asked.
“I’ll keep an ear open for anything that might come up after the show,” Michelle said.
“Like what?” Kim asked.
“Other shows, movies, TV, commercials,” Michelle said. “I know you’ll do your best.”
“So until then, we’re basically on our own,” Kim said.
“Right.” Michelle smiled.
“That sucks,” Kim said. “What if we need your help?”
“Well,” Michelle said, “Larry seems helpful. Ask him.”
“The man looks like a shar-pei!” Kim cried.
“Larry knows a lot about this business,” Michelle said. “Pay close attention. I may be calling you for advice and information.”
“Or you might not,” Sonya said.
“True,” Michelle said. “I have bills to pay. Bye.”
Sonya closed the door. “We’re on our own.” For almost two days!
Kim grabbed two pillows. “Michelle is insane. A little richer because of us, but she’s still insane.”
“What do you want to do first?” Sonya asked.
“Sleep.” Kim buried her head in the pillows.
Which doesn’t sound like a bad idea. “You don’t want to walk along the beach? The sun’s setting.”
“I set about an hour ago,” Kim said.
As the sun set in brilliant purples and oranges, Sonya felt exhaustion creep from her wounded pinkie toe
“So, what’s it like to be a princess?” Michelle asked.
“Princesses must have stiff necks and aching feet,” Sonya said.
As they drove through the entrance to Casa Malibu, Kim laughed. “It looks like a Super Eight.”
“How would you know that?” Sonya asked.
“I know Super Eights, okay?” Kim said.
I shouldn’t have asked, Sonya thought.
After squeezing the Camry into the last available space, Michelle led them over a red brick walkway between two tall palm trees directly to their beachfront room.
“You’ve already been checked in.” Michelle took out a key. “No keycards here. This is an old-school joint. It’s kind of seventies chic.” She worked the lock and opened the door. “Aren’t the crashing waves to die for?”
Sonya liked the white walls, white fireplace, and the king-size bed covered with a gold leaf bedspread. It reminds me of my TV room. Oh, the plastic plant next to the TV is a nice touch. Grandmama would have felt right at home here. She had an entire kitchen filled with plants she had to dust instead of water.
“It’s got satellite TV, wireless Internet access, free continental breakfast,” Michelle said, “and you’re only fifty feet from the ocean.”
Kim slumped into a rattan chair. “I will die here.”
“Not bad,” Sonya said. “I’ve stayed in worse.”
Kim sighed. “So have I. But this is so creamy and peachy.”
Michelle opened a door to a tiny kitchen. “Oh, this is nice.”
Sonya had to turn sideways to get into the bathroom, a toilet to the left, a tub to the right. “Was this once an apartment complex?”
Michelle stuck her head in, and Sonya had to back up. “I think so.”
Sonya left the bathroom for the veranda, a lounge chair and table set up facing the ocean. Is the ocean always this loud? I don’t know if I could sleep with all that noise.
Kim wandered into the kitchen. “I’m eating on WB’s tab as much as I can.”
“Oh, there are lots of nice restaurants around here,” Michelle said. “And you’re liable to see someone famous.”
“You could always get some groceries,” Sonya said. “You’re a great cook.”
“I’m on vacation,” Kim said. “Why would I cook?”
Michelle went to the door and turned. “Sonya, they’ll send a car to get you Monday so they can paint and dress you in time for the show.”
“Funny,” Sonya said.
Michelle handed Sonya the room key. “Well, if you need anything, just give me a call.”
“Um, we’re both new at this agent thing,” Sonya said. “What exactly are you going to do for us from now on?”
“I already did it,” Michelle said. “I got both of you cast in a TV show.”
“You’re done?” Sonya asked.
“I’ll keep an ear open for anything that might come up after the show,” Michelle said.
“Like what?” Kim asked.
“Other shows, movies, TV, commercials,” Michelle said. “I know you’ll do your best.”
“So until then, we’re basically on our own,” Kim said.
“Right.” Michelle smiled.
“That sucks,” Kim said. “What if we need your help?”
“Well,” Michelle said, “Larry seems helpful. Ask him.”
“The man looks like a shar-pei!” Kim cried.
“Larry knows a lot about this business,” Michelle said. “Pay close attention. I may be calling you for advice and information.”
“Or you might not,” Sonya said.
“True,” Michelle said. “I have bills to pay. Bye.”
Sonya closed the door. “We’re on our own.” For almost two days!
Kim grabbed two pillows. “Michelle is insane. A little richer because of us, but she’s still insane.”
“What do you want to do first?” Sonya asked.
“Sleep.” Kim buried her head in the pillows.
Which doesn’t sound like a bad idea. “You don’t want to walk along the beach? The sun’s setting.”
“I set about an hour ago,” Kim said.
As the sun set in brilliant purples and oranges, Sonya felt exhaustion creep from her wounded pinkie toe
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