Better Get to Livin' by Sally Kilpatrick

Author:Sally Kilpatrick [Kilpatrick, Sally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2016-06-08T00:00:00+00:00

Presley

The trash bag was so heavy that my arms ached and I was out of breath by the time I reached the funeral home. Still, I ran upstairs to find LuEllen and share our good fortune.

Halfway up the stairs I ran into Sean, who insisted on carrying the bag upstairs for me. For a minute I thought he was yet another ghost, but then I recognized him. We’d been in high school together, even went out once. At the top of the stairs, we did this awkward dance around my bag so he could go down and I could find LuEllen.

“You aren’t going to believe this!” I exclaimed as I opened the bedroom door and dumped the clothes on the bed. LuEllen wasn’t curled up there as I had expected. Instead she sat primly on the edge of a chair in the corner clutching the cell phone I’d left charging.

“When were you going to tell me?”

My heart hammered so loudly I could hardly hear her. “Tell you what?”

“That you got the audition.”

“It’s about fairy godmothers, and I don’t know if I have the part. They’re making the announcement soon.”

“Fairies?” LuEllen frowned as though I were speaking to her in a foreign language. “Well, your agent called, and this came in the mail.”

“It’s about time,” I muttered, reaching for the phone just as LuEllen dropped a thick envelope on the bed in front of me.

“Some guy named Carlos wants you to audition for some kind of Lolita Ann movie in California. Sounds like some kind of Hee Haw thing to me, but Ira swore up and down that it was going to be huge.”

“Wait. What? And why were you talking to my agent?”

“The phone rang. I answered it,” she said with a shrug.

But at the thought of Ira I couldn’t properly swallow. My agent, the long-suffering fellow, had sent me to a party where I had met Carlos Alba, a producer who had several projects in the pipeline. The only one that interested me was the fairy godmother one, but he had others.

My fingers hesitated over the phone. I could vaguely remember how Carlos commented on my accent, how he mentioned something about a classic book that he was going to set in the South. That was before I steered his attention back to the movie I wanted.

And also before my attempt to seduce him, quite ironically, went south.

“I’m not going to call him right now.”

I ripped open the envelope. The title of the script clearly said Lolita Ann. I dropped the papers, my hands shaking. Don’t freak out. This could be a good thing, a better thing.

“Presley Ann Cline, I did not raise a coward.” LuEllen stood, her wasted body shaking with rage.

Hysteria came out of nowhere. “Maybe I should just quit. It’s not like I have a car to get there or money for a plane ticket.” Ignoring the script, I sifted through the clothes on the bed, putting what was obviously meant to be mine to the left and LuEllen’s clothes in a stack to the right.

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