Somewhere near the college.
âSee you in the a.m.,â he sang out.
âOk, Dan,â Eric said.
He had a bad feeling about Dan Yumont. The insurance policy on him was a pain, an expense that Eden Forbes balked at initially. Then relented. Eden Forbes knew Dan Yumont was the ticket, the money. The policy stipulated daily drug tests. Eric hoped they didnât follow through on that.
29.
Eric was nervous about meeting with Hope Davis. He felt as if he were dressing for a date, as if he were a high school swain with a crush on a cheerleader. Luckily, Sandy had vacated the premises prior to Ericâs preparations. God knows where she went.
She missed him putting baby powder in his underwear. She missed the extra deodorant, a swipe down his sternum to his pubes. She missed the cherry Binaca.
âGoddamn fool,â Eric said to the mirror. He wore a T-shirt that read, THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE ADVERTISED ON T-SHIRTS . And an expensive sport coat. Urban chic.
When he knocked on the door to Hopeâs suite, his heart answered the brief tattoo of his fist. She opened right away and Eric was caught in midâdeep breath.
âH-hi,â he managed.
âCome in,â she said, stepping gracefully back. Her face, so luminous on the screen, was more luminous in real life.
Who builds his Hope in the air of your faire looks, lives like a drunken sailor on a mast.
âI canât believe weâve never worked together. Never even crossed paths,â Eric said, entering.
âI know, isnât that strange? And weâre both soâHollywood?â She tinkled a laugh. It was golden.
âYes,â Eric said.
âI loved Spondulicks , by the way,â Hope Davis said.
âOh, Christ. Only you.â Eric groaned.
âNo, no, the smart people loved it. The smart people are disappearing.â
âYes,â Eric said, uncertainly. He thought it best to sit down and dropped into one of the stiff but elegant chairs in the room.
âLetâs sit over here, can we?â Hope said, gesturing toward a table, on which sat her script.
âRight,â Eric said. He groaned, standing. His back spoke harshly to his head.
âDo you want something,â Hope Davis asked, âfrom the bar?â
âYes,â Eric said. âUh, gin and tonic?â
âRight. Iâll join you.â
Once he was seated at the table, so near her, Ericâs face burned. He sipped the drink, which hit his cortex like a jolt of moonshine. He smiled with half his mouth. God, sheâs beautiful, he thought.
âSo, my scenes,â Hope Davis said.
Eric swallowed hard. Oh no. She hates the script. She hates the part. Why did she take it? Sandy will die if she hates the words. Why didnât I make sure Sandy came?
âYes,â Eric said.
âI love them,â Hope Davis said.
Music rises. Cymbals clash. There is balm in Gilead. There is Hope!
âWonderful,â Eric said. He took a longer sip of his drink. It burned like school.
âIâm having a stumble, though, in my scene with Paul.â She smiled, sweetly.
Who the hell is Paul? Eric thought. Was he an actor that Eden had hired without telling him? Was Eric supposed to know Paul?Had they ever worked together, dined together? Oh, God, Paul is someone large, someone Eric, if he knew half of what his work was about, would know immediately and thoroughly.
âYou know, Danâs character,â Hope Davis continued. âThe scene where Dan and I go to the adoption agency and he has to answer for his past, for his drug use. That is a sticking point with me. Itâs a powerful scene, pivotal Iâd say. Iâm having a hard timeâI guess, with Danâs involvement .â
âIâm not sure I follow,â Eric said. He was lost. Had he missed a meeting? Was this movie going on without him while he was left at the starting gate?
âI just donât see Dan playing this, I guess
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