with you.â Tai smiles as if itâs a bit of an effort, and moves quickly past me and out the boardroom door. âBabs!â She sounds efficient and annoyed as she moves down the hall.
Rodrigo and me. The absence of caffeine in my new morning routine makes me sit down with a little thump when I reach my office.
I wait thirty whole seconds, watching the sweep of thehand on my desk clock, before I pick up the phone and ask Babs to connect me with Rodrigoâs.
âYes, a spring cold.â I pinch my nose for a congested affect. âThe seasonal swing in temperature gets me every time. Heavy clothing, really? Denies the body healthy circulation and sunlight. Who knew? Vitamin C, one thousand milligrams? And B12? Hold on, Iâm making a note. Yes, thank you, Rodrigo. Iâll call when Iâm better. Oh, and can this be our little secret? Tai is anxious for me to start. I wouldnât want her to think Iâm not equal to the task. She asked you for weekly updates on my performance? You can tell her I wonât release them for thirty days.â That should buy me a few days. âOh, youâre a doll. Bye, Rodrigo.â
Meanwhile, I try out a few of these beauty remedies. I select a box at random and pull out a blue pearlized tube. The going price in retail for this three-eighths-of-an-ounce serum is a cool one hundred and thirty dollars. But free to me! Now thatâs an assignment I can handle.
Tai signed off on Curranâs desire to use black-and-white film, mostly because he convinced her that it would compensate for my newly acquired tan.
Curran is standing over me, adjusting what seems like a full set of interrogation spotlights placed in sunflower array.
I reach up to swipe away a drop of perspiration. âIâll be done in thirty minutes, if you baste me.â
âToo hot, huh?â He flips a switch, which douses most of the wattage. They will flash as he clicks, now that he has them set up correctly.
I feel pretty silly, sitting in a pair of gym shorts, for comfort, and an off-the-shoulder portrait top Curran says he found in a flea market.
âIt makes for a retro forties
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look,â he assures me.
âIâm not that old,â I grouse.
Acting as his assistant, KaZi has used body foundation to even out the tan lines on my shoulders from my swim-suit. My hair, usually worn loose and wavy, has been pulled back into soft poufs on either side of my face, held with big tortoiseshell combs. In place of lipstick sheâs dabbed baby oil. A little more on my cheekbones and eyelids. âExcept for two applications of mascara, thatâs it,â KaZi says.
âStay natural,â Curran has kept repeating under his breath.
We begin with classic poses. Chin not quite resting on the back of a lifted hand. The lean-in pose in three-quarters profile, eyes gazing upward. Full-face smile. No smile. Head down slightly, to the side, pensive. âThink Bette! Veronica! Marlene!â he encourages.
Again and again, we move through the repertoire in Curranâs mind as he changes cameras, changes lenses, dancing around me as if I were a block of marble whose grain he is trying to memorize. Ten, fifteen minutes tick by as Iâm repositioned, tugged and tucked. Then another set begins. Another break for prop changes, a genuine cashmere shawl, and then still more shots. Curranâs burning up film like a pro. I hope Tai bankrolled him.
The weight of the last few days drops back on me from nowhere.
Suddenly I feel like crying. Tension trembles my chin. The torque of will on muscles pulls the corners of my mouth down. I shut my eyes against the flash of lights. Try to shut out Curranâs elated, âYeah. Yeah. Youâre doing great, Lu.
Ms.
Tallulah! Head back. Thatâs it. Think profile. Neck. Ah! Sweet!â
This is so foolish, unnecessary, so ridiculous. As if I will really go through with this. Any of this!
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