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morning.”
    Sandy walked past the men into the kitchen.
    â€œThere food in here?” she said over her shoulder.
    â€œI don’t know,” Eric answered.
    â€œYou bet there is,” Jimbo said. “At least, I told them to stock it good.”
    This was not really Jimbo’s job but he was trying to become the man-on-the-ground, the Memphis Player you could count on.
    Sandy bent to examine the refrigerator’s contents. Both men studied her ass, Eric with end-of-the-world melancholy and Jimbo in frank appreciation.
    â€œGreat,” Sandy said and walked out of the kitchen, back through the living room and down the hall.
    â€œShe’s practically macrobiotic,” Eric said.
    â€œSee you tonight,” Jimbo called after her.
    The men left through the front door.
    â€œWhat’s tonight?” Eric asked as they got into the car.
    â€œFilm Commission kickoff party.”
    â€œFuck,” Eric said.

5.
    â€œWhere’s Aileen?” Eric asked as Jimbo piloted the car down Poplar Avenue.
    â€œWe’re picking her up at Kimberly’s.”
    â€œJesus Christ, Jimbo,” Eric said.
    Kimberly Winks was an ex-girlfriend of Eric’s. She was also an actress and had been given a small part in the film, against Eric’s express wishes. She knew someone who knew someone and had wrangled a bit part. Sandy was still writing and rewriting her few lines, trying in her way to undermine the starlet. Eric had been hoping to avoid Kimberly Winks at all costs. Their relationship, which she ended abruptly and without explanation, was still a sore spot in Eric’s past, a blur in the colored ink of his heart’s map. Because she had walked away from what Eric had thought was a good relationship—lots of laughs, lots of sex—and never said why and refused all communication for years, Eric hated her. He hated her just as hard as his ennui would allow.
    â€œWhat? I thought it would be great since we’re all working together now,” Jimbo said. “Hey, you wanna stop off at Houston’s for a beer first?”
    â€œIt’s 11 a.m.,” Eric said, peevishly.
    â€œOk,” Jimbo said. He knit his brow for a moment. Then his smile crept back into place like a dog reprimanded who knows he is still the favored pet.
    Surprisingly, Kimberly Winks still lived in the same house where she had lived two decades or more earlier when she and Eric had been an item. It was a house willed to her by her parents who were both killed in a car accident on Mendenhall Road within a mile from home. It was not the house she grew up in, she was quick to tell anyone interested; that house, which was burnt to the ground when the family was on vacation, was in a tonier neighborhood in Germantown. Jimbo pulled into the driveway as if he had been coming here for years.
    He honked the horn once and turned to look at Eric.
    â€œYou wanna go in?” he asked.
    â€œNo,” Eric said. What he really wanted was to go back to Hollywood, eat shit and get a job on a no-budget Disney film or TV show remake or Showtime production. He wanted to kick himself in the ass every morning for the rest of his days and die of skin cancer and be memorialized posthumously with an autographed photo hung at Planet Hollywood. For this moment what he wanted was for Kimberly Winks to not walk out that door and back into his life. He wanted her to forever not walk out that door.
    Kimberly Winks walked out the door.
    She stood in the bright sunshine and put her forearm to her forehead to shade her eyes. “Eric?” she twittered.
    She looked great. Eric hated her now more than ever.
    â€œHey, Kim,” Jimbo called out.
    â€œHey, Jimbo.”
    Behind Kimberly Winks’s shoulder Aileen’s little otter face appeared. She had a black eye.
    â€œEric, get out of that car,” Kimberly said now.
    In the sun the dress she was wearing appeared to be gossamer, or perhaps spider webs. Kimberly