shuffle to my room.
At the foot of 204 is a note with a rock still on top of it:
Joss is in my room.âChris
My mother and Terrance could still be inside, so I stand here watching the family next door checking out of their room. The mom and the kids are pushing their luggage outside the door while the dad is pulling the plugs on their inflatable tubes and pressing the air out. I bet if I asked really sweetly, theyâd take me home with them. We could play I Spy in the car. When we got home they could officially adopt me. Iâd be a good older sister. Iâd teach stuff like not to wrestle too loudly in a hotel with thin walls. Our next trip to Montauk would be a real vacation. I wouldnât have to work a single day. Iâd just float around the pool on an inflatable sea horse.
I wait for their tubes to deflate before leaving the note right where it is and dragging my feet back to Chrisâs room. I want to lie to Chrisâs grandma and say that Viva is back and everythingâs fine. But where will I go then? The crewâs already at basecamp; I donât want them to see me looking like yesterdayâs leftovers.
âSheâs not back,â I say. Thereâs no way around it.
Grandma Lorna shakes her head and tsk-tsk-tsks, which must be the universal language for âwhat a terrible mother.â Chrisâs own parents are so busy with their restaurant that they donât come to the set at all, so I donât know what makes Grandma Lorna so high and mighty. âHas she done this kind of thing before?â she asks.
What does she mean by âthis kind of thingâ? Does my mother sleep around? Does she pick guys over me? Thatâs none of this ladyâs business. I donât like anybody judging my mother no matter what she does or doesnât do. Thatâs my job. Viva has brought dates home before, but never on location. But this is for me to know and nobody else.
Grandma Lorna pulls her sweater tight around her body as if the thought of my mother gives her the chills. âDo you think we should call somebody?â
âNo. Itâs okay,â I say, like itâs no biggie. Iâd rather eat undercooked barbecue chicken every meal for the rest of my life than show her how upset I am. âSheâll be at the trailer by ten.â
âWell ⦠if youâre sure,â she says.
My mother might leave me hanging, but sheâd never miss a call time. She knows I have a fitting; sheâs required to supervise. âIâm sure. Sheâll be there.â
âAll right, then. Letâs get you ready for the day.â She passes her eyes over me as if Iâm trash with trash for a mother. âWould you like to take a shower?â
I would, but not here, and not without a change of clothes. âNo. Terrance wants my hair dirty. Itâs got carrot oil in it from hair and make-up.â This is true but not true. He does want my hair dirty, and they did put carrot oil in it. But if I want to wash my hair, Iâm allowed. My hairstylist would redo it.
âWell, if you say so,â says Grandma Lorna, not convinced. âBut I think I have an extra toothbrush around somewhere.â
I want so bad to say no to anything more she has to offer. But because of that nasty barbecue, what else can I do but take her charity?
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When I get to The Locals basecamp, Viva is at the breakfast truck ordering an omelet. Sheâs had a shower and washed her hair. Sheâs downright shiny and rosy-cheeked, which is a lot more than I can say for myself.
âGood morninâ, daughter of mine,â Viva says, full of sunshine and rainbows. With her arm around my shoulders, she glances at the line of hungry crew behind her. âCan you throw on the usual for Joss?â she calls up to the cook, and runs her hand over my head. âDid you guys have a fun sleepover?â
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