“Bridget?” Natalie said. “I just can’t reach him right now.”
She wanted to curse the girl out, but Natalie didn’t work for her, she worked for Zack, and she wasn’t insolent, she was being a good assistant, doing what she had been trained to do, what Zack had been trained to do by George Zeger, and Bridget before him with Jack Keil. Above all, it was important to remain professionaclass="underline" To yell at an assistant was to yell at a wall. And she didn’t need Natalie reporting that she had become “hysterical.”
“I understand,” Bridget said. She clicked off, then slammed her hand against the dashboard and let out a sound that was anguished and macabre.
6
Steven was reading the last page of The Moon and the Stars. Maddy had left him alone, and forty-five minutes later, returned to the study. She was standing, too amped-up to sit, periodically glancing over at him at the desk.
It was late August, a week and a half after her return from London. He had wrapped Office Mate and flown home from Wilmington.
The layout in his new study was exactly the same as in the old. The Mediterranean house was finally beginning to seem finished, and though it was marginally warmer in color tone, his study was a replica. He had taken his creepy busts, ornate mirrors, and silk walls and transported them from one house to the other. She often felt as though she might as well be living in the mansion.
Steven looked up at her, his eyes narrow and angry. “If you do this movie, our marriage is over.”
“But I did The Hall Surprise for you,” she said.
“That film wasn’t about our marriage.”
“Of course it was,” she said. “It was capitalizing on our marriage. The studio wouldn’t have wanted me if I weren’t your wife.”
“This project is an insult,” he said, rising from the seat. “It’s a kick in the stomach.”
“It’s a role. It’s fiction. You won’t even be in it.”
“It makes no difference. I can see the headline now: ‘Maddy Freed Stars in Biopic About Own Husband.’ ”
“It’s a strong role. It’s period. It’s Walter. It’s by a really good screenwriter who’s going somewhere. This is exactly the kind of thing I want to be doing.”
“Do you remember our wedding vows? ‘I am your biggest fan, most loyal advocate.’ Did that mean nothing to you?”
“But this movie isn’t about you and me. Unless you’re saying it is.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What’s going on between you and Ryan?”
“Oh my God, are we into this? What did I tell you about not trusting me? What did I say it would do to our marriage? I said you have the power to poison us. Do you want to poison us?”
“Of course not.”
“I am asking you, as my wife, not to do this job. You saw what I went through with The Weekly Report. This would be low-hanging fruit for them. You don’t want to do action films, fine. I’ll help you do the movies you want to do. I was going to say Bridget will help, but she said you fired her. I can’t believe you did it without speaking to me. You’ve gone off the reservation.”
“It was my decision to make. I should have done it years ago.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you. Firing your manager. Keeping secrets. And going with Zack, who is still so unproven that I don’t know what you could be thinking. You know he’s been to rehab.”
“You didn’t tell me about the Tommy movies until it was a done deal. You didn’t consult with me. Why should I consult with you?”
“This is another level. I think you’re unstable. Do you have your period or something?”
“I don’t have my period! I went off the pill right before I went to Wilmington, and it hasn’t come yet.”
“You went off? But I thought you weren’t ready.”
“I thought if we made a family together that things would be better. But they’re awful. You don’t understand me. I would go back on it right now if it wouldn’t mess up my system.”
“I knew something was going on. It’s the hormonal drop making you do this. Why do you want to have a baby with me if you don’t respect me?”
“I do respect you.”
“Then say no to this film. Walter hates me. He wants you to do this so he can make a fool of me again. And you’re enlisting.”
“You’re wrong. This is a good role. I’m saying yes. Whether or not you want me to.”
She had taken the script from his desk. It was the only copy she had, and she didn’t trust Steven to hold on to it. He didn’t stop her.
Steven wasn’t her partner. Maybe he had never been her partner.
“I think I need to go away,” she said, moving slowly toward the door.
“Go wherever you want!” he screamed, his face wrenched and ugly. “I don’t give a shit anymore!”
“Good!” she cried. She ran upstairs, threw some clothes and the script into a bag. She went outside and got in the Prius. Her cell phone rang but she ignored it. She drove, with no destination.
Who was this man? How could he be so domineering when he owed her?
She made a few calls to get the number, and then Julia answered. “It’s Maddy Freed.”
“Hi, Maddy.” Julia’s voice was calm, indicating nothing.
“Did Steven ever tell you what jobs to take when you were married?”
“All the time. He was competitive with me, and he read my scripts more closely than I did. He hated me doing anything he deemed objectifying. Which, in the ’eighties, was pretty much every script with a woman in it.”
Maddy was driving too fast; she had to be careful, her mind was racing with fear and excitement. “Did you listen to him?”
“Sometimes I did. Now I regret it.”
“Why?”
“Because I was just beginning my career, and he had no right to make me suffer just because it was happening more slowly for him. Is everything all right?”
“I don’t know yet.”
After she clicked off, she kept driving, with no idea where to go. She could stay in a hotel for a couple of days, but the press might find out, and she wanted to be alone. She thought about calling Zack, but she was embarrassed. She was starting a business relationship with him; she couldn’t have him thinking that she was nuts, that her marriage was on the rocks. After three and a half years in Los Angeles, she felt like she hadn’t made any real, meaningful friendships. And then she had an idea.
Kira’s house was a charming Tudor cottage in Silver Lake, on the Eastside. Maddy drove up in the Prius and let herself in with the key in the planter, as per the instructions Kira had given her on the phone. In the living room, there was a poster from Rondelay, an indie-rock record collection, a flokati rug, and a tabby cat.
Maddy turned on the TV, and flipped channels. An action movie came on starring a young Steven. She stared into his eyes during an action sequence in which he ran from a moving train onto the roof of a passing SUV. She wanted the Steven in the movie to tell her whether to stay with him. Whether to do The Moon and the Stars.
When Kira came in from an audition, she fixed Maddy a vodka tonic from her 1930s-era bar in the corner, lay on the couch with her feet up, and said, “Tell me everything.” When Maddy had finished, Kira said, “So basically, he doesn’t want you to do it because it’s about a closeted gay man?”