“Yeah.”
“And Heath?”
“Ha!” Daisy shook her head. “There are all kinds of conference rooms at his snazzy practice downtown. He’s set.”
She held Scarlet’s gaze. “Do you think our clients will come back to the collective when it’s cleared in a couple of weeks?”
“I hope so. As long as we have alternative spaces, which we do, to treat them for two weeks.”
Daisy smiled. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure. Would you like to come out and see the space now? It’s not very far away.”
“I would. Let me get my things. I’ll text my son on the way out.”
“You have a son?”
“Yeah, Liam. He’s a teenager which by definition is a handful.”
“I hear you. I’ll drive and drop you back off here.”
“Scarlet, where will you practice?”
“My office is huge in the farmhouse. And I don’t need a lot of space. So three of us will be out there.”
“That’s nice. Let’s go.”
* * *
When Elise showed up at the film site for a second reshoot, the set was ready for a scene at her house. And Max Price was waiting for her. “This is a hell of a thing.”
“I guess. I wonder what happened.”
“Nobody knows.”
She turned to see John behind her. The usually calm director’s face was tight. “I’m so angry about this.”
Elise squeezed his arm. “You should be.”
“Let’s get started. This is an easy little scene. You and Max are estranged and we get to see how you’re handling things. It’s from the middle of the film.”
Elise sat down on the cushiony couch. She leafed through a magazine. Her phone rang. “Hello…Hi Mom…No, I’m fine. Just sad. We were together a long time.”
Pounding on her front door. “Mom, I’ll call you back.” Sighing she got up. Opened the door and Max stormed in.
They played the scene out, this time avoiding the shadows that had come over the room when they first shot it.
It might have been an easy little scene to John, but she was exhausted by the end. “That’s a wrap guys. Thanks for coming back in. Elise, can I see you in my trailer?”
“Sure.”
Once they were seated at a table and chairs, he said, “Something’s going on with you. You’re not well. What’s wrong?”
“I…” She was about to deny anything was amiss. But there was no reason to keep this from him anymore.
“Nothing’s wrong, John.” She grinned. “I’m pregnant.”
His eyebrows skyrocketed. “Wow, I never expected that.” He focused intently on her. “You must be glad. You told me about your struggle with infertility.”
