Well, that was her prerogative, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have it coming, leaving her like that for his stupid career. He got the shakes every time he thought of how stupid he’d been, how he’d thrown happiness away with both hands and never even looked back. Stupid Con! Ree had been right all along. “Con?” But he was going to keep up the appeals, and if the crew had a betting pool he was pretending not to notice, and if his producer was starting to think it was time for a new angle, he didn’t give a shit. “Con?” “No autographs right now, hon,” he said, walking by whoever-it-was. No, he couldn’t worry about fans right now, his heart was breaking and he was— “Stupid Con!” He whirled on his heels and—there was Ree! “You’re wearing clothes,” he gasped. “No wonder I didn’t recognize you.” “Well, I could hardly come to your set in my usual manner,” she said. “May I have some water? I’m dreadfully thirsty.” “You—water? Water! Right!”
