10
MOJAVE DESERT, 2019
Donna stood in the shade of an awning, smoking a cigarette. She looked out over the desert suspiciously, as if she expected the ground to yield up a rattle snake at her feet. Donna always had the same look on her face every time she visited Clara on location. Whether in the forest, on a mountain, or by the seaside, she harbored a healthy dislike of the outdoors.
“Is this supposed to resemble Arabia?” Donna lifted a sardonic eyebrow over the rim of her Ray Bans.
Clara laughed, extending her hand so the makeup woman could finish touching up her fingernails.
“That’s what they tell me.”
Donna dropped her cigarette and stamped on it with the toe of her sandal.
“I don’t think any of these people have been to Arabia.”
“I doubt it.”
The nail woman waved a hair drier
