slams it against the tree.
âI didnât scratch it or anything!â Chris takes two steps back. âI leaned it, thatâs all.â
My heart is racing, remembering Rodneyâs weight pressing against my chair.
Rodney holds the metal ladder in front of Chris and shakes it at him. âYou piece of shit! How stupid can you be?â
I grasp my shoulders where Rodney touched me. I know how he smells and how dry and heavy his hands are.
âRodney, the boatâs not even painted yet!â Jericho says.
âShut up!â he screams at Jericho. Then he turns all his anger back to Chris. âIâve been workinâ on that boat for a year!â
Chris sticks his chin out. âFrom the couch?â
Rodney flings the ladder across the backyard. It crashes and clangs onto the grass. âWhat did you say, you little turd?â he hisses.
I shrink against the tree.
âYou heard me.â Chris stands tall; his chest rises and falls. I want him to back down, to run.
Rodney lunges forward, just as Chris dodges away. But Rodney grabs him by the back of his jeans. He lifts Chris off his feet and slams him against the boat.
âTJ!â I scream, and shake.
âCut!â Terrance calls.
Terrance rubs his eyes and then clears his throat. âWeâll do it again. This time, just a beat faster between Chris and Rodney.â He holds his fingers up to measure a pinch. âJust a tad.â He looks at me and nods.
When he lets out a breath, so do I.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Back in tutoring, Iâm supposed to be studying a history chapter on Egyptians. Damon is helping me preread the section questions and showing me how to find bold words in the chapter because those are usually the answers. But I canât concentrate, not when my nerves are still worked up about Rodney and the fight scene keeps churning outside our window. The crew turned the camera around; itâs replaced me in the tree so it can film the fight from Norahâs point of view. Terrance wonât need me again for a long while. I wonder how Chris is doing.
âIâm afraid weâre not being very productive,â Damon whispers as we listen to Rodney yelling at Chris. âHow about we take a break the next time Terrance calls cut?â
This is fine with me because Iâm pretty sure âbreakâ is code for âwatch the fight scene.â Damonâs been sneaking peeks out the window almost as often as I have.
As soon as we get outside, I pick a snack from the craft service tableâa package of shortbread cookiesâthen I sit in a chair behind Terrance and Peter Bustamante where theyâre watching the monitors.
âSnack break?â Peter asks me.
âYes.â
I want to ask Terrance how I was up in the tree, but the back of his head tells me he isnât in a talking mood. I didnât count how many takes we did, but do know I only messed up three times, maybe three and a half. Thatâs no more or less than the boys, so I think I did pretty okay, even though I felt more like myself than like Norah.
I always feel very professional when I sit in these tall directorâs chairs. During my first movie, my chair even said TALLULAH LEIGH on the back. The Locals didnât bother personalizing chairs. Thatâs how I can tell if a movie has a big budget or a small budget. This chair only says CAST , but I still like sitting in it.
Chris is inside the house while the camera is resetting. Heâs probably working himself up to be upset, or maybe he already is. I wonder if heâs been using a trigger.
âHere we go. Letâs everyone get back into place. Back to one,â Terrance says, and thatâs when Chris comes out with a hand over his face.
Jericho takes his mark in the middle of the grass, and Chris stands against the boat in front of Rodney, exactly where they stood when I was up in the tree.
âRolling, rolling!â