[Slone]
[Thirteen Years Ago--Los Angeles, CA]
"Are you kidding me, you call this breakfast! Do it again, Rosalynd."
"I'm sorry, Mom, but I have to go to school."
"What am I expected to do then, make my own food?
"I don't know, but Slone is here, her mom is outside and..."
"Not her father?" she asks, her voice dropping seductively.
"Can you ask her to check with her father about that script I sent him?
"Of course, Mom!"
Rosalynd came tumbling out of her house. A sweater covers the stains on her dress and her red-framed glasses are held together with a bit of duct tape on the bridge of the bridge of her nose. There was never enough money to buy her new things, although her mother, the TV star, had designer shoes.
"Thank you for taking me to school again, Mrs. Tracy," Rosie was alw
