Page 13 of Spit Screen

“It’s about a professional single woman who ends up having custody of three young children and all the chaos that erupts in her life.”

That’s an oversimplification of Addy’s new series’ outline. I’ve told her for years she should write comedy. Addy has a wonderful ability to find humor in nearly everything. The draft of the pilot script is funny and moving—one of Addy’s finest. I haven’t read anything that excited me as much as an actor or moved me as much as a person since Addy gave me the pilot ofOff Screento read. The truth is I would love to play the role—Iwantto play it. She set the show in Los Angeles. I’m certain there was a reason for that. And it works. I’m not sure she’ll be as enthusiastic about producing a show in LA without Tamara. I massage my eyes and groan.

“Mom?”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t you like it?” Vicki asks.

“I love it.”

“So? What are you trying to figure out?”

“What?”

“You said you were trying to figure something out,” Vicki reminds me. She points to the script. “Is it about that?”

“In a way, I guess it is.”

Vicki leans forward.

“I hadn’t planned to tell you this,” I say.

“You are sick.”

“No. Stop thinking the worst,” I tell my daughter. “Christie got a new job.”

“On Momma’s show?”

“No.” I giggle. “Although I’m sure once she reads it, she’ll wish it could be.” I take another deep breath. “She’s going to play a detective on a show in Boston.”

“Cool. Does she get to live there?”

Addy’s father still lives in Maine. We often fly into Boston and spend a few days before making the drive to Adam’s house. Vicki fell in love with the aquarium, and the kids all love the Museum of Science. It’s never a chore to get our kids excited about a trip to the East Coast.

“Actually, Vicki, Auntie Tam, and Auntie Christiewillbe living there—or somewhere close to Boston.”

“So, we get to visit them there?”

“I’m sure we will,” I reply with a half-hearted smile.

“How come you seem sad? Is it because of our old house?”

Truthfully, I haven’t thought much about what might happen to the house. I doubt Christie will want to sell it right away. If anything, I imagine she and Tam will look to sell the house they’ve kept in Vancouver. “No,” I reply honestly. “It’s just a long way from here.”

Vicki’s face scrunches up, and she shakes her head. “We have to fly to see them just like we fly to Grandpa’s.”

Out of the mouth of babes. “That’s true.”

Vicki’s gaze narrows, and she leans closer to me. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“We were gonna move back, huh?”

“What?”

“To Los Angeles,” Vicki says.

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