Chapter Two
Strangely I dreamed of Katherine and Oscar, the couple who had produced and financed our first movie Love and Other Insanities all those years ago. In the dream, they kept telling me everything was going to be OK.
I woke up to a pulsing headache. I sat up slowly. The room tilted a bit. I put my head in my hands. Was I such a f*****g amateur that I had a hangover from the equivalent of a glass or five of wine?
“f**k, f**k, f**k,” I murmured.
I heard a stirring in the bed.
Then I remembered what had happened. s**t. Everything was not going to be OK. What I had done? Jesus H.
I got up, grabbed my clothes, and hurried out of the room. I closed the door softly—I hoped. My head was throbbing too loudly for me to know for certain. I switched on the light in the living room, got
