10
Anna
A splitting headache jackhammered through my skull when I came home from the day’s casting sessions. I was looking forward to tomorrow’s move and finally getting settled. I was sick and tired of living in this tiny hotel room where I could barely move around the bed.
It had been a hard day of many discussions, as the director and producers weren’t exactly thrilled about Rob’s black eye. He did so well, though. I repeatedly told them it wasn’t his fault that some madman had jumped him in the middle of the street (leaving out the part about me knowing the madman) and that it didn’t take away from his acting abilities. When they weren’t sure, I pulled out all the stops, saying he was exactly like I’d imagined Martin when I wrote the book. That did it. It was a powerful feeling havi
