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hair colors for Yoshi?”
    I nod. “I’ve been watching Yoshi’s color videos. I want to be an artist in my own right.”
    â€œThat is definitely you. Too bad I’m the only one who’s ever let you practice. You’re too cutting-edge for Sable.”
    â€œI am not cutting edge.”
    â€œFor Sable you are.”
    â€œFor Hollywood, I’m probably a step above a Clampett. Can’t you hear the banjo now?”
    â€œStop it. Don’t bother going if you’re going to take that woe-is-me attitude. Stay here and be a loser.”
    â€œI am not a loser!”
    â€œOf course you aren’t. I’m not friends with losers. I'm not saying this should go to your head or anything, but you do have to cop a little attitude or you won’t make it. Repeat after me: José Eber can eat my dust!”
    â€œJosé Eber can eat my dust!”
    â€œMen in cowboy hats with mullets should not be designing hair.”
    I laugh. “Men in cowboy hats with mullets should be designing hair.”
    â€œI am not a Clampett. I am a Faith Hill, ready to find my star.”
    â€œI am not a Clampett. I am Faith Hill, ready to find my star.”
    â€œAnd snag a Tim McGraw in the process!”
    â€œNow there is a cowboy worthy of Hollywood status.”
    â€œA moment of silence for Tim McGraw’s worthiness.”
    We both break into giggles, and I feel a renewed surge of adrenaline. “Girl, I am going to Hollywood!”
    â€œI don’t mean to be a downer, but you think your mom’s going to be all right?” Kate nods toward her door. As if reading our thoughts, my mother comes out of her room, grabs a bottle of scotch out of the bar, and heads back into her lair, slamming the door behind her.
    I shrug. “Will it make any difference if I’m here or not?”
    â€œProbably not.” Kate kicks her feet up on the coffee table. “One day I hope this whole town realizes what they’ve lost. Especially that sniveling Cindy Simmons, who for some reason I can’t bring myself to color right. My hand just slips every time I’m mixing.”
    â€œYou better watch that; she might have Daddy sue you.”
    â€œLet her sue me. Then she can go over to the Snippy Curl and get it done.”
    I laugh. “If I get famous, I wonder if my father will ever claim he’s my father.”
    â€œI wonder why your mom doesn’t make it public. I would have brought the scoundrel down a long time ago.”
    â€œI think she secretly hopes one day he’ll come back to her.”
    â€œYou can’t be serious.”
    â€œWhy else would she stay in this house and keep it like June Cleaver lives here, until the next drunken binge. It doesn’t make any sense. She doesn’t make any sense.”
    â€œThat would be so romantic if he came for her—except for the whole leaving-his-family thing. That’s not very Christian.”
    â€œRomantic? You think? The thought grosses me out. You need to sit and watch An Affair to Remember with me again. A true hero crosses barriers for love. Bud Simmons wouldn’t cross the street for someone else. My mother can do better than him.”
    â€œAnd she has done better than him. Many times,” Kate quips.
    â€œJust never mind.”
    â€œI hope you keep your head on straight when you get to California. As I keep reminding you, An Affair is a movie. And Cary Grant was married how many times in real life?”
    â€œI’ll keep my head on straight, but An Affair to Remember is not just a movie. It’s a beautiful dream. He doesn’t love her because she’s beautiful or because they met on a luxurious ocean liner. No. He loves her for who she is, for what they are together.” I sigh wistfully, mostly for Kate’s benefit. The elderly set gets it; why doesn’t she?
    â€œ Kate & Leopold is more for me. If Hugh Jackman in Victorian garb so much as crosses a