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    Jason climbed out of the car and commented on the scenery.
    â€œMan, I feel like the big dog up here. This hill makes you feel like you’re special.”
    Susan grinned at him. But I had to agree with Jason for a change. Overlooking the landscape and the general population of Los Angeles did make you feel important. It was like we were sitting up on a mountaintop.
    â€œYeah, that’s a major selling point for this area,” Susan told us.
    Jason said, “I bet it is.”
    Susan took out a key and led us to the double wooden doors that opened Tracy’s half-empty, high-ceiling, three-bedroom home.
    Jason walked in and hollered, “HEY, Hey, hey!” like an echo.
    Susan started laughing. “That’s exactly what Tracy did when she first moved in.”
    I walked in silently and looked around. I was simply glad to be there. I only saw houses like hers on TV and in the movies. I mean, I knew they existed, I just hadn’t been in one.
    â€œYou ever been in a crib like this?” Jason asked me on cue.
    â€œOnly in my dreams,” I answered him.
    â€œWell, you’re not dreaming anymore, cousin. Wake up and smell the money,” he told me.
    Susan said, “Tracy told me to show you guys around and to your rooms.”
    To our rooms? I loved even the sound of that. It reminded me of the minor trips I had taken with my family down South to amusement parks and such, where we would stay in low-budget hotel rooms. But those hotels had nothing on the tall flight of stairs that Susan began to lead us up. Tracy’s second floor must have been thirty feet high, or at least it seemed that high to me. It was very impressive. I liked it a whole lot.
    â€œTracy told me that Vanessa gets the guest room, and Jason, you can have either the computer room or downstairs on the foldout sofa in the living room,” Susan told us with a grin.
    Jason took one look inside the small computer room that had acomputer station, file cabinets, a black leather office chair, and a futon that was pressed up against the wall, and he headed straight back down the stairs.
    â€œAw’ight,” he mumbled to us on his way down.
    The living room area had a deep, dark brown, leather sofa with a giant-sized, floor-model color television set that sat directly in front of it. The guest room, where I was to stay, had no TV at all. But I wasn’t concerned about a lack of a television in my room. The peace and quiet there was a real godsend. I rarely had any peace and quiet in my house in North Philly. My two younger sisters were constantly getting into something, so I had learned to tune out the extra noise around me.
    I stretched out on the burgundy comforter on the queen-sized bed in the guest room and was content with that. I didn’t even feel like getting back up to go meet with Tracy on the movie set. I didn’t even have to eat, really. I was already full with satisfaction.
    Susan stuck her head into the room and said, “All right, well, we better get a move on if we want to get something to eat and still meet up with Tracy on the set. She has a pretty tight schedule to keep.”
    I understood my cousin’s tight schedule and everything, but we had just gotten off a six-hour flight from Philly, and my body was beat. I hadn’t gotten a chance to sleep much that week, while anticipating the trip. And once I felt the comfort of Tracy’s guest room, my mind and body were ready to shut down for the night.
    â€œHow far is the set from here?” I asked Susan. I was stalling. I didn’t want to leave.
    She took a look at me relaxing on the bed and read my mind.
    â€œYou’re experiencing jet lag, hunh?”
    â€œWho?”
    She smiled and shook her head. “Never mind. I’ll just tell Tracy that you guys are a little worn out from the plane ride today. I kind of figured you would be.”
    â€œYeah, I need a relaxation break for a minute,”