“So do you wanna pitch in with us for the baby gift?” Jeff Torkelson asked as he scooped up the last donut from the snack table.
“Has left on the plate and salivating recalling the days when donuts were a basic food that bimbo spit out the kid yet?” Tess Sinclair responded while staring at the powdered sugar group in her diet.
“No, but we’ve signed them up for diaper service.” Torkelson licked the sugar off his fingers, teasing his co-star.
Tessie rolled her eyes. “That’s pretty generic Stud Muffin. It’s Ian. He’s a God. We can do better.”
“It’s all the crew could agree on they could afford. They wanted to do something, and I’ve agreed to pay for half.”
“I’ll match yours and raise ya, but we’ve got to come up with something better than diaper service.” Tess sighed and picked up a petite carrot stick. “How ‘bout a hit man to off the knocked up bimbo…once she’s had the kid, of course.”
“We better hurry.” Jeff took the carrot stick, licked it, rolled it in the stray powdered sugar and handed it back to Tessie. “They’re due any day.”
“They?” Tess looked at the carrot and back to Jeff. “What, she having a litter?”
“Twins.” Jeff smiled. “She’s having twin boys.”
“Well aren’t you just the font of all things Justyn.” Tess acted like she tossed the carrot in the trash, but palmed it to hopefully lick off the sugar in the privacy of her trailer later.
“I talked with Trampus Scott this morning. He filled me in.”
“Hey, Torkelson!” The AD yelled from behind them. “You wanna come shoot this scene or do I have time for an orgasm?”
“Be there in ninety seconds, Gibby. Treat yourself, you got time for two orgasms.” Jeff kissed Tess on the cheek.
She smiled and turned to the AD. “Hey, Gibby, you wanna borrow my tweezers? I got ‘em handy? Just rinse ‘em off before you return ‘em.”
Tess turned to retire to her trailer, almost running into a well-meaning make up girl.
“Sorry, Miss Sinclair.” The young girl blushed.
“It’s okay, dear. My fault wasn’t looking where I was going.” She patted the sweet young thing on the shoulder and gently made sure she was out of her way.
The girl looked at Tess’s forearm where the long sleeve rode up just a bit. She grabbed Tess’s hand and looked at it. “Oh my, would you like me to touch that up for you? I would only take a second.”
“No thanks, dear.”
“That’s a pretty nasty scar.”
Tess yanked back the fabric just a bit and looked at it. “I guess it is. I never think about it anymore. It was so long ago, I don’t even quite remember how I got it.”
“Oh, I don’t think I could ever forget something like that. It must have hurt something awful.”
Tess pulled her sleeve back down to her wrist. “Hon when you get my age, you tend to forget the bad stuff and remember the important, like the little tag in your underwear goes in the back.”
The girl put her hand to her mouth and giggled. “You’re so funny Miss Sinclair.”
“Call me Tess, dear heart.” The icon smiled and went on her way; musing/hoping for just a moment the new make up girl had been flirting with her.
Pulling the door to her trailer shut behind her, Tess immediately reached for the carrot in her pocket, but sighed lobbed it at the trash can full of tissues and reached for the bottle of spring water that had been sitting out all day. She plopped on the couch and looked at her sleeve.
After a good long lukewarm drink, she pushed the sleeve up enough to stare at the scar on her arm. It was about the size of a fifty-cent piece, and over time had become more a discoloration than a burn.
She had lied. She hadn’t forgotten how she got it, although she had tried many, many times. How can you forget something that wakes you up at night screaming in a cold sweat?
It was a long, long time ago. The old adage was true, it did fade with time, but it had to be re-forgotten every few months it haunted her dreams horribly vivid clarity in.
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