Chapter Ten
The Property of Edward James
I heard Farnsworth say, “Cut! That’s a wrap,” as if we were in a fancy Hollywood studio instead of his stuffy odorous home in Chula Vista. When I tried to open my eyes at the end of the filming, my lids felt extremely heavy. Though I could clearly hear everyone’s voices around me, it was strange. I couldn’t open my eyes. I heard Farnsworth’s voice over me.
“That was great, Elizabeth. You really nailed that scene.”
“Thanks, Peter.”
“Listen, I made reservations at a fancy French restaurant in the Gaslamp. Would you care to celebrate the end of our filming over a nice bottle of Beaujolais and discuss our next—”
“I’m afraid I have a previous engagement, Peter, but thank you for the offer.”
I felt Elizabeth pat my cheeks lightly.
“What’s wrong w
