Page 64 of Twice
But not as surprised as Gianna.
“What is this?” she asked, holding out the script like a smelly fish.
“What?”
“You’re single? You fall in love with Jaimie’s mother?”
“I know.” I sighed. “It’s just a movie.”
“So they make things up?”
“I guess.”
“Doesn’t Jaimie think it’s stupid? Or Marisol?”
“They probably don’t care.”
“They’re using your real name.”
“I know.”
“And theirs.”
“Because it’s based on a true story.”
“But this—” She held up the script. “Isnota true story.”
“What do you want me to do, Gianna?”
She shook her head. “You already did what I didn’t want you to do. Why ask me now?”
She tossed the script on the couch.
“You don’t want to finish it?” I asked.
“Why should I? Like you said, it’s a movie. I’ll watch it when it comes out.” She looked away. “Or I won’t.”
“Hey, I’m sorry,” I said, leaning down and touching her knees. “It’s out of my hands.”
I saw she was crying.
“It’s wrong,” she rasped. “You falling in love with someone else.”
“I know.”
“Can’t you give the money back? Tell them no thanks?”
“They gave money to Jaimie and Marisol, too, remember? They need it.”
She exhaled and looked away. For a while she said nothing.
“What?” I whispered. “Gianna. Talk to me.”
“I want to have a baby.”
I swallowed.
“All right.”
