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okay. I can get them, thanks,’ said Andie. She walked to the door and then stopped. ‘Where is the study?’
    ‘Down the hallway, third door on the left. You want me to show you?’ Marta wiped her hands on her apron.
    ‘No, I’m fine. Thanks again for brekky,’ said Andie.
    Andie wandered down the hallway, opening doors as she went. The house was amazing. There was a full gym with a lap pool visible outside. A cinema room with an old-fashioned popcorn cart in the corner. A library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The books were shelved by colour, turning the room into a rainbow.
    Such a huge house for one person, thought Andie. She wondered why Cece needed such a massive house when she didn’t have any children or a boyfriend, or even a dog.
    She opened the third door on the left. It was a gorgeous room, the sort of room her mum would have loved. French windows opened onto a wisteria-covered terrace. There was a large antique wooden desk with a green leather blotter on top. Shelves of books lined the walls, and a neat pile of scripts sat on a table beside a leather armchair in the corner. Cece’s three Oscars sat on a shelf, the one in the middle wearing a Barbie doll’s stack hat.
    Andie picked it up and read the inscription.
    Best Actress in a Motion Picture
Cece Powers for The Serialist
    Andie imagined what it would be like to receive an Oscar, maybe for her writing. Would she cry? Would she laugh? Would she give a great speech, like the eulogy she’d given at the funeral?
    Everyone said she had spoken beautifully, even Cameron. She’d made it funny and kind, ignoring the last few weeks when Mum went half-mad on the painkillers. When she’d said things she surely didn’t mean.
    Andie placed the Oscar back on the shelf and opened one of the scripts beside the armchair. It was covered with handwritten notes. She sat in the chair and started to read them. They were smart and incisive.
    Cece was clever, Andie realised with surprise. She felt bad for assuming her aunt was just another Hollywood airhead. Closing the script, she put it carefully back on the little table and went to the desk, where there was a note addressed to her.
    Andie,
    The keys are inside the top drawer. If you don’t feel comfortable driving on the other side of the road, call Rene. He’ll take you anywhere you like. There’s a credit card and some cash in your purse. Let me know if you need anything else. My number is in your phone. Call me anytime. I’m filming so I might not answer straight away, but I’ll call you back as soon as I can.
    Have fun!
    CC
    Rene’s number was written at the bottom of the note. Andie stuffed it into her pocket.
    She was torn. Part of her was excited to have her very own car, but there was also the same guilt she’d felt yesterday about the computer. Her mother had never been able to get her a car, and yet Cece had just nipped out and bought one for Andie. It didn’t seem fair.
    But then again, what else was she going to do in LA? Sit in the house all day waiting for Cece to get home from work?
    Taking the key out of the drawer, she ran upstairs, showered and put on her jeans. She pulled a T-shirt over her head and looked in the mirror. It was the ‘No Planet B’ T-shirt that Cameron had given her. She pulled the T-shirt off and threw it in the wastepaper basket like the toxic waste that it was. She rummaged through her luggage for another top, and held up a T-shirt with ‘Meat is Murder’ emblazoned across the front.
    Jesus! Did she have any clothes that didn’t remind her of Cameron? She went through her suitcase again, pulling out a striped T-shirt that Marissa had given her. She threw that in the bin too.
    At last she found a vintage pink chiffon shirt with red polka-dots. It was one of her favourite op-shop finds, even though it had a small rip under one arm.
    No more Cameron or Marissa in my life , Andie vowed, putting the top on. No more thoughts of them, none of their clothes and nothing