CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Anthony Melthow
ANTHONY WAS in his office when Josie walked in, hugged him from behind, kissed the back of his head and laid her head on his neck.
— What good are you doing, dear?
— Just by analyzing the structure of this play, I found the text very good, but there is something that still doesn't fit.
— Relax, it will be a tremendous success, just like the others, you have so much light of your own, even alone would make this play a tremendous success.
— That's my fear...
— Maybe if you take a shower — she kissed his neck and slid her hand down his chest — come to our bed and relax a little bit, the idea will come, maybe what's missing is a dose of love and inspiration.
Anthony looked at her in surprise.
— You're amazing, you know that?
— Of course I knew, now come.
THE THEATER WAS PACKED and the ideas that night were incredible, he didn't know why Josie always managed to do that to him, she was special, she had the right tact for things, she didn't do anything too much, but she knew how to motivate him to be able to find the outlet for your queries.
She was doing better than he thought, Tony knew all sides of Josie, both her sweetness and her wilder side and oddly enough, he liked both sides.
Nadja's death has given the couple peace of mind, which has preserved a bit of Hollywood's fantasy couple image.
Tony and Josie had their healthiest images in front of the public, all that madness was more seen as a joke of teenagers without sense, now they showed themselves in a new moment, especially with Tony writing several scripts and always fitting Josie into some of them.
ONE NIGHT Camille went to their house and Tony led her to his office.
— How many times have I told you not to come here.
— I need a job, Tony, any role... please help me...
— There's nothing for you.
— I know you can fit me into something.
— Look at you, girl... the signs of pregnancy are already starting to appear, how am I going to fit you into a role? Films with pregnant women are rare, as a rule we use a false belly... Ah! I forgot, I should have known that by now.
ANTHONY ENTERED THE ROOM and noticed that Josie was still awake.
— Did something happen, dear?
— Who was?
— Camille.
— What did that bastard want? — It's not enough to fuck up poor Mark's life and now you want to come and piss me off here?
— Forget about her, okay? I'm sure we have much more interesting things to do.
They then made love.
— SHE MISSED SO MUCH.
— Nadja?
— Yeah... I can't imagine what she was going through to do something like that...