manage to kiss the air near her cheek. “Kathleen, my beauty, this is Jordan Fisher. Jordan is not only a friend of mine, but one of the hottest young talent agents in Hollywood.”
“Please, Lloyd,” Jordan said, holding up a thin, self-deprecating hand. Then, to Kathleen with a smile: “He exaggerates.” He held the hand out and Kathleen shook it briefly.
“Modest,” Lloyd said, draping an arm across Jordan's shoulder. “Not like most of those conceited bastards. They'll sell you a line, but not this guy. Are you going to let us in, Kathleen?”
“I don't have any furniture,” she said. “You'll have to stand. Or sit on the floor.”
“Only Kathleen,” Lloyd said with a laugh, steering the other man through the door and closing it. “She's an original.”
“How would you know?” Kathleen said. “And why are you here?”
“To see you,” Lloyd said. “Doesn't she look just like me, Jordan?”
“Just like,” he said.
“The features are almost the same, but on her they make something beautiful.”
“They really work,” Jordan said.
“You haven't answered my question,” Kathleen said.
“Can't a father come see his—”
“No, really,” she said. “Why are you here?”
Jordan tossed his long hair. “You really cut through the crap, don't you, Kathleen? I admire that.” And you really dish it out, Kathleen thought, without any admiration at all. “Your father's been telling me a lot about you. A lot of very interesting and wonderful things. Do you know what he says about you?”
“That we barely know each other?”
The men laughed as if she had said something witty. “The greatest regret of my life,” Lloyd said gallantly. He had gotten his hair cut very short recently—buzzed, really. It was starting to recede, and Kathleen suspected that this was his attempt to hide it.
Jordan put his hand on her arm. “Let me tell you what he says. He says that you're the true beauty of the family. The true talent, too. Not to disparage your sisters, who are lovely, lovely ladies. But we all know that the fact that they're identical twins has a lot to do with their success and—uh, may I be completely frank here?”
“Just get through it,” Kathleen said, shaking off his hand.
“I think their identicality”—Was that even a word? Kathleen wondered—”blinded people to everything else. It was all anyone noticed about them—about all three of you, if you don't mind my saying so. And, in the end, I think their twinness overshadowed something far more appealing. Or should I say
someone?”
“Someone, as in me?” Kathleen said.
Jordan smiled, showing teeth all the way back to the corners of his lips. “Exactly. She's quick, isn't she?” he said to Lloyd.
“Of course. She's my daughter.”
“It really is astonishing how much she looks like you. She's tall like you, too, the lucky girl.”
Kathleen walked over to a basketball that was lying nearby. She scooped it up and dribbled it a few times. It made a loud thud each time it hit the hardwood floor and the men turned to look. “Oh, sorry,” she said, catching the ball. “I didn't mean to interrupt.”
“You're probably wondering what the point of all this is,” Jordan said.
“Not really,” Kathleen said. She tossed the ball away and turned back to them. “I’m pretty sure I’ve figured it out. You think I should become an actress and you want to represent me.
“A star,” he said. “Not just an actress. A star. Kathleen, I could take you places you never dreamed of. Features. TV series. TV movies.
Indies.
You name it, and together, we'll conquer it.”
“Adult movies?” Kathleen said.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, I just got the sense that with you at my side I’d end up in adult movies. Pornography.”
Jordan looked thoughtful. “If that appeals to you … I mean, Jenna Jameson has certainly proven that's one road to stardom and while I don't know that world as of yet, I’m certainly open to—”
Lloyd
“Please, Lloyd,” Jordan said, holding up a thin, self-deprecating hand. Then, to Kathleen with a smile: “He exaggerates.” He held the hand out and Kathleen shook it briefly.
“Modest,” Lloyd said, draping an arm across Jordan's shoulder. “Not like most of those conceited bastards. They'll sell you a line, but not this guy. Are you going to let us in, Kathleen?”
“I don't have any furniture,” she said. “You'll have to stand. Or sit on the floor.”
“Only Kathleen,” Lloyd said with a laugh, steering the other man through the door and closing it. “She's an original.”
“How would you know?” Kathleen said. “And why are you here?”
“To see you,” Lloyd said. “Doesn't she look just like me, Jordan?”
“Just like,” he said.
“The features are almost the same, but on her they make something beautiful.”
“They really work,” Jordan said.
“You haven't answered my question,” Kathleen said.
“Can't a father come see his—”
“No, really,” she said. “Why are you here?”
Jordan tossed his long hair. “You really cut through the crap, don't you, Kathleen? I admire that.” And you really dish it out, Kathleen thought, without any admiration at all. “Your father's been telling me a lot about you. A lot of very interesting and wonderful things. Do you know what he says about you?”
“That we barely know each other?”
The men laughed as if she had said something witty. “The greatest regret of my life,” Lloyd said gallantly. He had gotten his hair cut very short recently—buzzed, really. It was starting to recede, and Kathleen suspected that this was his attempt to hide it.
Jordan put his hand on her arm. “Let me tell you what he says. He says that you're the true beauty of the family. The true talent, too. Not to disparage your sisters, who are lovely, lovely ladies. But we all know that the fact that they're identical twins has a lot to do with their success and—uh, may I be completely frank here?”
“Just get through it,” Kathleen said, shaking off his hand.
“I think their identicality”—Was that even a word? Kathleen wondered—”blinded people to everything else. It was all anyone noticed about them—about all three of you, if you don't mind my saying so. And, in the end, I think their twinness overshadowed something far more appealing. Or should I say
someone?”
“Someone, as in me?” Kathleen said.
Jordan smiled, showing teeth all the way back to the corners of his lips. “Exactly. She's quick, isn't she?” he said to Lloyd.
“Of course. She's my daughter.”
“It really is astonishing how much she looks like you. She's tall like you, too, the lucky girl.”
Kathleen walked over to a basketball that was lying nearby. She scooped it up and dribbled it a few times. It made a loud thud each time it hit the hardwood floor and the men turned to look. “Oh, sorry,” she said, catching the ball. “I didn't mean to interrupt.”
“You're probably wondering what the point of all this is,” Jordan said.
“Not really,” Kathleen said. She tossed the ball away and turned back to them. “I’m pretty sure I’ve figured it out. You think I should become an actress and you want to represent me.
“A star,” he said. “Not just an actress. A star. Kathleen, I could take you places you never dreamed of. Features. TV series. TV movies.
Indies.
You name it, and together, we'll conquer it.”
“Adult movies?” Kathleen said.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, I just got the sense that with you at my side I’d end up in adult movies. Pornography.”
Jordan looked thoughtful. “If that appeals to you … I mean, Jenna Jameson has certainly proven that's one road to stardom and while I don't know that world as of yet, I’m certainly open to—”
Lloyd
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