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an X…rated movie。 He was now in jail； and Jennifer was going home； having kept her ambitions high； and died for doing so。
And so the day went on； the shadows of the city lengthening as the sun began to drop from its high…point at noon。
At a little after four； there was a crisis at Warner's； when a set under construction caught fire； gutting an entire sound stage； and badly damaging two adjacent sound stages。 Nobody was killed； but there were still grim faces in the boardroom that afternoon。 Insurance would cover the reconstruction of the stages； but the set had been built for the Warner's Christmas offering Dark Justice。 With an elaborate post…production schedule for the picture that required the main shoot to be over in a month's time； things looked bad。 There had been a great deal of 'creative debate' about the script； which had no less than fourteen writers presently attached to it。 Arbitration by the Writer's Guild would thin those numbers； but nothing would make the calculation look any better if the picture missed its Christmas release date； which it now looked likely to do。 Two executives received calls from their superiors in New York； pointing out that if they hadn't warred so much about the script the picture would have been shot by now and the agonizingly slow post…production underway。 Instead they had a smoking shell of a building where the big scenes were to have been shot； starting in two days。 There was a fiscal disaster in the offing； and certain people should be ready to hand in their resignations before they were embarrassed into leaving by the imminent and unflattering analysis as to why ninety pages of dialogue about a man who dressed up as a jaguar to fight the villains of some fictional metropolis could not have been agreed on earlier； when there was four and a half million dollars' worth of writing talent on the job。 The observation that 'we're not making fucking Citizen Kane here' dropped from several mouths that day； more often than not from men who had never seen Kane； nor would have cared for it even if they had。
By five； with the freeways bumper to bumper as people got out of town for the weekend； there were a plethora of accidents； but nothing of consequence。 Scripts were delivered for the weekend read； writers crossed their fingers and hoped that somebody would read what they'd slaved over without kids fighting at their feet or their dick in somebody's mouth or a smudge of coke on their nose； plans were made for weekend adulteries； those letters of resignation were penned by smiling assistants。
And through it all Todd and the woman who had once idolized him slept side by side in the stale darkening air of Room 131。
FOUR
Tammy woke first； rising up out of a dream of the very room in which she was sleeping； except that all the furniture had for some unfathomable reason been piled against one end of the room； including the frame of the bed in which she was sleeping； leaving her on a mattress on the floor。 When she woke； of course； nothing had changed。 It was still an ordinary room with one extraordinary element； surreal in its lack of likelihood： the sleeping figure of Todd Pickett。 There he was； sprawled across three…quarters of the bed； his head deep in the pillow； his face…his poor； wounded； face…free； it seemed； of troubled dreams。
What she would have given； once upon a time； for a moment like this： a chance to lean over and kiss him awake。 But she'd lost faith in such fairy…stories。 She'd seen too much of their dark side； and she never wanted to go there again； even for the kissing of princes。 Better to let them wake of their own accord； dragon…breath and all。
She glanced at the cheap digital clock on the bedside table。 It was five…twenty…one in the afternoon。 Surely that couldn't be right？ That they slept for almost eleven hours？ And Todd still sleeping？
Well； the latter she could believe。 She knew from her years with Arnie how some men loved to sleep。 In Arnie's case he'd loved it more than anything else。 More than eating； more than drinking； certainly more than sex。
She left Todd to it； went into the tiny bathroom and switched on the light。 God； she looked terrible！ How had he ever consented to get into the same bed as her？ She started her clean…up by vigorously scrubbing her teeth； then ran the shower very hot； the way she liked it even when she felt clean； and got in。 Oh； it felt good！ The soap smelled flowery； and the cheap shampoo didn't work up a satisfying lather； but she was happy nevertheless； getting herself clean for the first time in days： washing off the freaks； the ghosts； the dirt； the darkness。 By the time she drew back the plastic curtain the steam was so dense she could barely see across the bathroom to the door。 But it was being opened； that much she could see； and there was Todd； standing looking at her。 She grabbed the towel off the sink where she'd left it； and used it as best she could to cover her considerable nakedness。
〃Good morning；〃 he said。
〃Good afternoon；〃 she replied。
〃It isn't。〃
〃Almost five…thirty；〃 she said。 〃There's a clock beside the bed。 Why don't you go look？ And close the door after you。〃
〃I gotta take a leak first。 I'm sorry。 But I gotta。〃
〃Let me get out first。〃
〃Just don't look；〃 he said； unzipping himself。
She drew the shower curtain back； and continued to dry herself； while for the second time in the last twelve hours she heard the solid splash of him emptying his bladder。 He took an age。 By the time he was finished she was almost done drying herself。
〃Okay； I'm done；〃 he said； with evident relief。 〃Does this place have room service？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You want something to eat？〃
This was no time to be ladylike； she told herself。 〃I'm starving；〃 she said。
〃What do you want？〃
〃Just food。 Nothing fancy。〃
〃I shouldn't think there's much danger of that。〃
She waited until she'd heard the door click closed； then she pulled the shower curtain back and finished off drying her nooks and crannies。 She could hear his voice as he ordered food on the phone。 It sounded like the soundtrack of a Todd Pickett movie playing on the television next door。 Stepping out of the bath she cleared a hole in the steamed…up mirror with the ball of her hand and regarded her reflection balefully。 She was cleaner； but that was about the only improvement。 She opened the door a crack。
〃I need some dean clothes。〃
Todd was sitting on the bed。 He'd finished making his order and had turned on one of the late afternoon chat shows。
〃You can e in here and get dressed；〃 he said； not turning from the screen。 〃I won't look。〃
She discarded her sodden towel and ventured in； sorting through the meager contents of her suitcase for something presentable。
〃I ordered club sandwiches；〃 Todd said。 〃That was pretty much all they had。 And coffee。〃
〃Fine。〃
As she pulled on her underwear she glanced up at the television。 A woman in a red polyester blouse three sizes too small for her was plaining vociferously to the host of the show that her daughter； who looked about eleven； went out every night 'dressed like a cheap little slut。'
〃I love this shit；〃 Todd said。
〃People