The after-party was at a club called Havana, on Ivar, in Hollywood, a big, decadent place with multiple levels and banquettes. There was a table reserved for the cast, and Maddy found herself sitting opposite Dan and next to Steven. She kept waiting for Steven to show hostility toward Dan, but he was so convivial that if you didn’t know she and Dan once lived together, you never would have guessed.

Kira couldn’t keep her hands off Reggie. They kept nuzzling and smooching and petting, which seemed inappropriately showy at first, but it was clear Kira was besotted and it soon became cute.

At the table, the cast reminisced about the shoot. Bridget and Steven were uncharacteristically quiet, unable to chime in. Since moving to L.A., Maddy had been socializing in Bridget and Steven’s world. Now they were in hers. For the first time, they seemed old to her, too rich, too successful, and too smooth.

Dan asked Maddy if she had liked working with Walter Juhasz, and she said quickly, “Walter was amazing to work with. He hasn’t lost a step.”

“That’s what I’ve heard,” Kira said. “But you didn’t like him, did you, Steven? I feel like I read that somewhere.”

His face was unyielding. “It was one of the best professional experiences of my life,” he said. Maddy was shocked to see the ease with which he lied. It was as though he did it professionally, which, in a sense, he did. “The press likes to make movie sets seem more exciting than they are. As I’m sure you’re aware.”

“This is the first film I’ve done that’s gotten press,” Kira said evenly, “so I really wouldn’t know.”

“Do you guys have a release date yet?” Zack asked.

“Next fall, in time for the awards circuit,” Bridget said. “Maddy is unbelievable in this.”

“I think you mean she’s believable, Mom.”

Bridget pursed her lips at him and went on, “I mean she is just stellar. Even though her character is unfaithful, you’re rooting for her. You’re going to be biting your nails and turned on at the same time.”

“That reminds me of a hooker I once went to,” Zack said, and everyone laughed. Maddy felt he was trying to make sure everyone got along, to bridge the gap between old and young.

“So what have you been working on, Kira?” Maddy asked, clearing her throat.

“I did a couple days on Freda Jansons. The Tim Heller film. I just had a small role. Lael was fucking awesome. I played a babysitter to the boy. A day’s work, but supposedly, Tim Heller really liked me and wants to find me something more substantial.”

“Kira just booked another movie, actually,” Zack announced. “It’s a black-and-white indie called Rondelay. She plays a modern dancer with a bad love life.”

The title rang a bell. Bridget had sent Maddy the script, but the salary was SAG minimum and Bridget felt strongly that it was too small for her. Bridget had said that the director, Deborah Berenson, had a mixed track record. She was said to be mercurial and to have trouble getting projects off the ground. One of her scripts, a girl-girl buddy comedy, had been in turnaround for ten years, Bridget said.

“My girlfriend’s going to be very famous someday,” Reggie said, running her fingers through Kira’s hair, which had grown down to her chin.

“You’re only saying that because I sleep with you,” Kira said.

“No, I’m saying it because I think you’re the most talented woman in the universe.”

“What do you do for a living, Reggie?” Steven asked.

“I work at a domestic-abuse crisis center?”

“She’s the real deal,” Kira said. “She couldn’t give a shit about money. She just wants to help women and girls.”

“And how did you two meet?” Steven asked.

“At a bar on Avenue B,” Kira said. She held Reggie’s face and said, “Is this not the cutest girl you’ve ever seen?”

A celebrity DJ had been hired for the party—it was possible that the party had cost more than the film—and as a heavy bass cranked up, Reggie and Kira got up to dance. Oded was already on the dance floor, acting goofy. Zack followed the women, and Maddy was left with her ex-boyfriend, her manager, and her husband.

“Why don’t you stay here without me, sweetie?” Steven said. “I have that six A.M. call tomorrow. You’ll have more fun with just your friends.” She pretended to be disappointed, but she was relieved. It was complicated to have to be Mrs. Steven Weller and Maddy Freed at the same time.


Bridget said she was going to walk out with Steven, and as she headed off to the bathroom, Zack decided to seize the moment. When his mother came out, he was waiting. “Have you had too much to drink?” she asked. “Do you need a lift back to your hotel?”

“I wanted to talk to you for a second.”

“Not near the restrooms. Never talk business near shit.” She steered him to a back corner of the room. “This can’t wait until breakfast?”

“I have to cancel. I’m going back first thing. I have a commitment in New York.”

“But I was so looking forward to sitting down with you. I never see you. Why don’t you move back here? You’re wasting time with those theater people. It’s a dying industry.”

“I like it there. This isn’t the only city where deals get made.”

He was looking at her so heavily that she almost suspected he knew. She’d had only one meeting, sneaked off for a few days to Connecticut, but it was going to happen. A few weeks more and Steven would be catapulted to the top of the A-list. He was doing a good job of keeping it quiet, and she was, too. But it would be bad if it leaked. She was about to become executive producer on a multimillion-dollar franchise that would change everything for her client and for her.

“I want to ask you about Maddy,” Zack said, and Bridget opened her mouth so her exhale wouldn’t sound so loud. He knew nothing. He would read about it in the trades like everyone else.

“What about Maddy?”

“I heard you didn’t send her Freda Jansons.”

“I knew it was you who told her. Spare me your guilt trip. The best thing I’ve done for my client since I signed her was not send her that script.” Bridget lowered her voice. “I hear it’s terrible. The screenplay was a mess, and Tim Heller was rewriting every day on set. The actors made up their own lines.”

“That’s not true. Not one thing you just said is true.”

“Whatever you say.” She was looking off in the distance, as if she saw someone more important. It was a look he had seen many times.

“You have a fiduciary duty to your client. Be careful, Mom. You don’t want Maddy getting the idea that you signed her for self-interested reasons.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Husbandry was a vanity project for Steven. Juhasz’s last couple movies have tanked. He needed you more than you needed him. You told him to cast her.”

“That’s not true. He wanted her. It was his choice.”

“I’m sure she’ll be very good. But that’s not why she got it. The film was just the hook. It was about Steven. You put her in his way.”

“I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about. Zack, those two fell in love. I had nothing to do with it. I’ve never seen two people look at each other the way they do. Look, I understand you’re frustrated. You’re the one who invited her to my dinner in Mile’s End. But she’s mine now. Let it go. Build your own list.”

“I saw her movie first,” he said.

“I found you your first half-dozen clients. Consider it a trade. I shouldn’t be so important to you. It’s not healthy.”

I shouldn’t be so important to you. As though she didn’t understand why she was.

She’d been dating the dorky math professor. Clark. Zack remembered that night she came into his room. It was past his bedtime and he was reading Jack London. Bridget sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed his hair. “I want to talk to you about something,” she had said.

He had been annoyed. He was deep into his book and didn’t want to stop reading. He stuck his finger in the novel. “Yeah?”

“How would you like a baby brother or sister?” she had asked.

He was more confused than anything, unsure what she was asking. Brother or sister. His first thought was that she had reunited with Grant. His mom and dad had worked it out. He fantasized about it a lot. But that was impossible. His dad was remarried, with two other kids, in Arizona.

Then he remembered. That professor she had been dating. There was going to be a baby?

“I don’t really know,” he said.

“Well, if you could have one, let’s say, would you be happy about it? Or do you like having me all to yourself?”

He didn’t like that creepy Clark guy, found him phony and stiff. If this meant Clark would move in with them, Zack certainly didn’t want it. “I don’t know. I guess have you all to myself.”

“That’s exactly what I thought,” she said, and gave a little nod.

A week later, he came home to find her already there, lying in bed. His mother never lay in bed in the middle of the day. She worked through bronchitis and the flu. She was always at work. When he asked what was wrong, she said she had a stomach bug.

It wasn’t until years later that he put the pieces together. He had never asked her, he couldn’t know. But he didn’t think the question had been hypothetical. And even if she had asked him out of pain and desperation, it had been wrong. He was ten.

“Just be careful with Maddy,” he said to his mother at the club. A waiter was coming toward them with champagne, but Zack shook his head at him. “If you withhold quality scripts, she might fire you and hire me instead.”