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nurse in.
    Do or opening and closing.
    “Bobby! Holy shit! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
    Bobby felt his head. It wasn’t wrapped in bandages, but there was a bump at the back. “What happened?” Bobby asked.
    “I don’t know, man. Clarissa from makeup says you were walking out when you stopped, just stood there, and keeled over. You were lying on the floor for maybe a minute and nothing, no movement at all. So she called out, and I guess Neil called the medics.”
    “Where am I?”
    “You’re in the First Aid room they have here. I mean, you’re not, you know, concussed or anything, just a blow from the fall. You haven’t been out for long or anything either; but Jesus, what happened?”
    Boy, Patrick could ramble. Should he tell him about the beach girl? Had the moment finally come to confess all? “Where’s Lola?” he asked instead.
    “Lola? Now, Bobby, we have to have a plan of action. This is the second time something weird has happened o n set. If you cause a bad buzz and this movie suffers because of it, you’re going to get burnt big time.”
    “Movie s—suffer?” Bobby sputtered, which made his head throb even more. “This movie is going to be something because of me.”
    “I know that Bobby, but those guys on top, the producers, they don’t have love for anyone. They only want to see a profit. You and I have got to come up with a plan.”
    “Well, yo u’re the manager. What’s the plan? Because I just got me into I don’t know how many magazines. You loved me this morning, remember?”
    “ Sure, I remember, Bobby. But we still need a plan. And the plan, Bobby, is that you dump Lola.”
    “What?”
    “Hear me out here. You dump Lola and you tell the press that things haven’t been working out for a while and it’s been affecting your work.”
    Dump Lola? Just like that? On principle he would say no. He didn’t appreciate people telling him what to do. He’d had enough of that on his career climb up; now that he was up, he made his own decisions. On the other hand, when he thought about dumping Lola his brain said, why not? Why not dump Lola? He could finish this godforsaken movie and concentrate on Susan―what a beautiful name. The only place he wanted to be right now was with her; and the fact that he had to be in some cold First Aid unit with Patrick offended him greatly. However, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t just dump Lola because Patrick told him to.
    “When are we finishing the shoot?” he asked.
    “If you’re okay, they want to do it tomorrow. They’ve already stopped shooting today because of your ‘incident’.” Patrick made quotation marks with his fingers in the air. “And Neil is dropping bad jokes about you like a horse drops flies.”
    “Whatever!”
    “Whatever?”
    “Yeah. Tell Neil I’m fine now. Tell him it’s Lola if you want. I’ll deal with her when and how I want to.”
    “Sure man. Just say it and i t’s done.”
    “What’s done?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You said , “It’s done”. What does that mean? I’m not asking you to kill anyone.”
    “God! No, Bobby, o f course not.”
    “Well, that’s how it damn well sounds.”
    “I just meant, you know, make your dec ision and I’ll back you.”
    “Of course you will. You’re my manager.”
    “And don’t you forget it.”
    “Now, again, where is Lola?”
    “How am I suppose d to know, Bobby? With all due respect, I’m your manager, not your girl patrol officer.”
    “Well, didn’t someone call her when they took me here?”
    “I’m not sure. It wasn’t me. I came running, and you know where my concerns lie.”
    “Keeping things quiet? ”
    Patrick laughed. “Just trying to protect you , Bobby.”
    “Yeah, I know that for sure. You’re all heart Patrick. ”

CHAPTER 7
     
     
     
    “Lola?” Bobby had seen her car in the driveway, but the house was quiet. She usually had music playing at least. “Lola!” he called louder this time. Still no answer.