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Faith: Dang it.
Manuela: Well, on the other hand, whoever it is, you’ll be 24/7 with a rock star. Who needs concerts? And if you want to go to one, you’ll be comfortable backstage, away from the crowds, right?
Eden: If I stay, I’ll be able to tell you once it’s announced that I’m working here.
Manuela: If you stay?
Eden: I’m weighing my options.
Faith: It sounds like a dream job to me. You’re on a boat, right? Greece?
Eden: Greece indeed. The boat is a mega-yacht. But, Fee, I’m not taking the job. How am I going to start to college in the autumn if I’m under contract until October?
Manuela: But you said you’d take a year off, right? And imagine how it will look on your application that you wrote songs for a mega star like that?
Eden: Yeah, Harvard will fall over themselves. Not.
Manuela: They might. But even if they don’t, you’ll have fun, En!
Eden: The outreach program is supposed to help me get into Harvard afterwards.
Faith: So, great! Issue resolved. I say go for it, En. You haven’t… No, wait. I almost put my foot in it again. Sorry.
Eden: No, it’s true. I haven’t done anything normal in years.
Faith: Ever.
Manuela: Shut up, Fee.
Eden: Faith is right. I’ll be twenty years old in a few months. This might be my last chance to live like an actual young person before I start adulting.
Manuela: It kills me when you talk like that, En.
Eden: Sorry.
Faith: It’s true, tho. Go for it, sis.
Eden: I’ll see what I can do.
Manuela: I mean, if they treat you like crap, don’t give it a second thought, just leave. I’m coming there personally to get you. But if it’s something else…
Eden: It’s not something else. Nor do they treat me like… Everyone has been lovely. Well, almost.
Manuela: Is there something else, En?
Eden: No, I promise. There’s nothing else going on.
ten
There’s no way I’m calling Wes to complain about the girl he hired.
The yacht begins to move again, and I barricade myself in my room, trying to write. Which I can’t.
The staff keep bringing me food and delicious wine, which I don’t touch, and at some point, Jude comes in and just sits with me, sometimes playing his guitar, but mostly silent. He’s just there for me.
As the sun turns into a blazing yellow disc in the sky, the door opens again, and I hear one of the waitresses walk in. I don’t even turn around to look at her: I just want to let her do her job in peace and leave.
She starts gathering up all the empty plates and glasses Jude and I have stacked on the side and I hear the sound of glass clattering as if her hands are shaking. Weird. All the servers on the yacht are incredibly professional. But I still don’t look over. If she’s nervous or if this is her first job waitressing, there’s no need to stress her more.
