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Chapter 6: Happiness and Forebodings Himself puffed his chest out grandly, entering into the spirit of the question. "I AM Marlon Brando!" he pronounced, trying to stifle a chuckle. Steve, though, suddenly grew serious. "You are better," he said softly. ********************** Jeffrey came into the dining room and asked, "Is it lunchtime yet?" "Well," Phyllis replied, "there have been a few...complications. I'll go to the kitchen now and check on it for you, though." She walked through the living room just as Himself and Steve came back inside. Himself continued on toward the kitchen with her. "What happened to Laura?" Phyllis asked. "Tripped," he said, not explaining further, just keeping his eye on Steve for a moment as the younger man approached the couch. Then he turned his gaze on Phyllis. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "Starved," she laughed. "And Jeffrey is on the prowl." "We'd
better hurry, then," Himself chortled, "before he drives
off lookin' for soy sauce." She shook her head. Poor Jeffrey.
He would carry the soy sauce scenario with him the rest of his days.
At least Ute didn't seem to mind. She just seemed to get right into
the spirit of it.
"Not
the right climate," she sighed. Actually almost nowhere in the
world really seemed to be the right climate except for one misty
Scottish hill on the backside of nowhere. They saw Buggie sitting on
a bench with Biebe. Susan smiled. She was glad the sweet sheriff had
escaped the ravages of bunnybearism. Then, looking up at Zack, she
mused, "I wonder how it will go up at the set with all of us
there?"
He had
wondered that very thing. Together (minus Teller, of course) they
had filmed the entire Cinderella Man in one afternoon. But that was
an emergency and necessary to prevent Adam Sandler from keeping the
role.(See "Toronto Tribulations") This was different. At least, so FAR it seemed to be
different. But one never really KNEW, now did one? He sighed. No
wonder the release date of CM had been pushed back from March till
June. It would take that long for the CGI people to make all the
characters look even relatively the same as the movie went from
scene to scene with Aubrey walking into a ring and Andy walking out,
or Sid throwing a punch and Jeff falling down. He truly hoped they
managed to do it. He truly hoped no one...noticed.
"Yes, thanks," she replied then leaned to rest her head against a large pillow behind her. She let out a small sound of discomfort and he asked quickly, "What is it?" "Oh,
nothing," she explained, "just this big hair clip."
Sitting forward, she reached up and pulled it out, giving her head a
shake. Down tumbled long, straight hair that looked to Steve's eyes
like mink, so rich was its color. It fell to just below her
shoulders and his mouth dropped open a bit. He had had no idea it
was so long, so thick. "Ah, that's good," she sighed
contentedly, leaning her head back again. Jocelyn came in, a couple of aspirin and a glass of water in her hands. She straightway saw Steve looking at Laura's hair and smiled to herself. She knew his story. It had never been one of her favorites, but she couldn't help liking Steve in person. And his cowboy pj's had always made her chortle. "You two hungry?" she asked, handing the aspirin to Laura. "A bit," Laura admitted, having only had a quick liquid yogurt before she left her B&B in Bellingen that morning. "Coming right up!" Jocelyn announced. Wanda and Lachlan were in the kitchen now and were helping chop veggies for a huge salad. Himself and Phyllis were there, too, as were Pat and Alex. As Wanda looked around the room, she couldn't help but think of a scene from The Big Chill and wished they had music like in that. Almost as though he could read her mind, Himself burst out singing some Australian ditty she'd never heard, but liked the rhythm of. She smiled. She truly loved bustling around like this with her fellow cast members. Pat began to swing her hips a bit, and soon all of them were doing little dancing steps about the room as they chopped celery and diced tomatoes. Himself was happy. He put his arms about his Mum and squeezed. "Home," he said as she smiled up at her son. After lunch, Himself went into the den to make a few phone calls. He had originally planned on renting a Jetranger helicopter to fly him the short hop to the set. But now it seemed he would need a whole fleet of them. "$1000 an hour," he said. "Each?" He thought a bit and saying, "I'll get back to you on that," hung up the phone. Phyllis came into the room.
"I'm thinkin' we may have to stay in the Bellingen area instead of here," he remarked. "It may make more sense," she agreed. "And be easier on Mum than feeding and bedding this crew," he added. She nodded. "I was concerned about that. I know she loves having you home, but...really." "Well,
let's see where we can bunk them all tonight, and tomorrow I'll
arrange for us to stay near the set."
"Maximus,"
he murmured, "you're the only guy on my dance card!"
Making a metal strap he had in his hands bend until it recoiled with
a vibrating *sproing*, he laughed. What kind of instrument was the
General? A strange, anticipatory look passed over his face.
"One can sense a final movement," he said, his voice even
lower and more hoarse than usual. "What's going on?" Marti asked, having come outside to join Jeff. "Oh," he said as offhandedly as he could manage, "the General just tackled Joimus and . . ," he pointed at the still rolling couple, "well, there they go." Marti
narrowed her eyes. The idea of it! SHE would never have the great
General do anything so...so...terribly...silly. It was
downright...unseemly. That's what it was. She was about to add,
"What about his dignity...." when before she could get the
words out of her mouth, Jeff turned toward her, his eyes dancing,
grabbed her and, plopping with her onto the lawn, began to roll.
"Snakes!" she hollered, remembering a scene from 'Swept Away', "There could be snakes!" He braked them with his feet and rolled so he was on top of her, supporting himself with his knees. "That's no snake, Marti," he chuckled, grinning at her widely. Finally she
let herself go, grinning back up at him. He was adorable. "I'm
happy to see you, too," she laughed. "What IS it?" he gasped, startled. "Just hold me," she whispered, leaning into him, "hold me as tightly as you can." He folded his arms around her, resting his chin atop her head. "You must tell me," he said urgently, "you must!" "I...I...don't
know," she murmured. "I suddenly felt...afraid," she
tipped her head back to look into his eyes, "as though
something terrible were about to happen."
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