Page 14 of Spit Screen

“No.”

“Do you want to move there?”

“Vicki, I promise you, Momma and I haven’t discussed moving anywhere—at all.”

“But you want to.”

“No.” I surprise myself with my candor. “The show Momma wrote takes place in LA.”

Vicki considers my information. “Does it have to?” she asks.

“Huh?”

“Does it have to happen in Los Angeles?” she asks.

“I don’t know. I suppose it could work in another city.”

Vicki gloats. “Then you could go to Boston!”

I stare at my daughter for a moment. As God is my witness, I never considered the possibility of setting the show in another city. And I certainly never entertained the notion of relocating my family anyplace besides California.

“You like it there,” Vicki says.

“Ilikea lot of places. I love it here.”

“You loved Los Angeles, too.”

I did. “Vicki.”

Vicki holds up a hand. “I get in, Mom.”

I can’t help myself. I chuckle and raise a brow. “What do you get?”

“You kind of want to be everywhere, huh? I mean, like where all our family lives.”

She’s got me there.

“Grandma says you can’t be with anybody all the time, but it doesn’t change how much you love them.”

“It’s not quite that simple, sweetie.”

“I think you guys should do it.”

“Do what?”

“Make another TV show,” Vicki says.

“Vicki, you love it here, and?—”

“I love you, Mom.”

Vicki’s words leave me breathless.

“Oh, no. You're not gonna cry, are you?” Vicki asks.

I sniffle back my tears and shake my head.

“Don’t get mushy,” Vicki says. “I mean, it’d be really cool if you were inStar Warsor something—imagine where we could live?”

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