Chapter Thirteen
The End of Our Affair
We checked out early the next morning to beat the traffic back to San Diego. Elizabeth was very quiet behind the wheel. We stopped for gas and I saw Elizabeth take her trophy out of her purse and toss it in the trash receptacle. A few miles outside of Vegas, Elizabeth glanced over at me.
“Edward, I need to talk to you about something.”
“What?”
“I’ve decided… I’m not going to be in Farnsworth’s next movie.”
“I thought so. I don’t blame you one bit for dropping out, Elizabeth. After what Farnsworth said to you last night at dinner, it’s obvious he has gone off the deep end. I’m not sure I want to be in it either. On the cast page I saw my name next to “The Grey Alien”. It’s never a good sign if the writer never even bothers to give your character
