A Conversation That Never Was...
Could it have gone like this?
The actress was frantic. She called her friend, his friend. He would know what to do. How to get him back, how to get him to stay with her. “Please,” she pleaded, “help me get him back. I love him.”
“Listen,” he said patiently, “he can’t be with you. He has explained it over and over again. He wants to be President, and if he is with you, that will never happen. It’s too late. You can be his friend, but you’ll never be his wife. He has a wife. Anyway, your relationship with his brother would eventually come out and it would ruin him. Just let it be. Please. Just let it be.”
“I can’t. I love him! He loves me too! Peter, you’re not being helpful at all. Never mind. I’ll find a way.” And she hangs up the phone.
Peter brings the phone closer to him on the couch. “Damn it. Fucking actresses. So dramatic.” He sits and looks at the phone, debating whether or not to place the call. Various scenarios run through his mind. She could give up, forget about him and throw herself into the arms of some other actor. She could go public on them, give a press conference, answer questions about their “relationship”, then they would have to use all the stuff they have on her, on her. That wouldn’t end pretty either. Maybe he could reason with her tomorrow. No need to worry anyone. “Doesn’t she even know who she is fucking with? She can’t threaten these guys. They don’t put up with this kind of shit. Damn.” He got up and went to the bar. I need a drink. Maybe that will help me decide what to do. So he pulled out the Scotch, grabbed a glass and opened the ice box. Reached in and pulled out a cube of ice. Three more in the glass. Four cubes of ice in the glass, take the Scotch, pour it over them. Give it a little swirl, take a sip. He walks around the room, looking out the window. “Shit, shit, shit.”, he mutters to himself. “Gotta protect the Family, Peter. We all stick together.”, the familiar phrase runs through his mind. “Damn it. If I would have known all the crap I’d have to put up with for these people, I would have married a nobody.” After a moment or two, he has made his decision. He reluctantly sits down on the couch again. With a deep sigh he picks up the phone and starts to dial.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring. The sound echoes throughout the room.
“Hello, Bob. It’s me.” He paused. “I know you’d want me to call you if something came up. Well, I think it has. “
“What’s she done now?” He asked.
“It’s not what she’s done, but what she’s going to do. Listen, I don’t know for sure, but I’ve got this feeling that she is going to go to the press. I think, she thinks, that by going there, she’d be able to get you to relent and go back. She doesn’t understand the consequences. Really, I think she’s just a girl in love and playing school games.”
“Did you tell her what I said? Did you tell her it’s not going to happen?”
“Yes. Yes, I did.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Well, if you could just call her. Maybe try to explain it to her yourself. Maybe that would be better. She just doesn’t understand. You know how she is…like a little girl. Please Bob. Just give her a call.”
“Okay. I’ll go downstairs and call her from the lobby phone.” He paused. “Thanks for the call Pete, I know you wouldn’t have if you didn’t think it was necessary.”
“Sorry, Bob. I tried. Really tried.”
“Okay. Talk to you in the morning.”
Both men hung up their phones. One went to his bedroom and wondered if he had done the right thing. The other sat up on the bed and reached for his pants. Mumbling to himself, he finished dressing and left his room. “Thanks John, you always knew how to pick them. Hot bodies, cooked minds.” And that got him thinking….
Three phone calls and fifteen minutes later, he picked up the phone to call her again. This time, for the last time.
“Hey Baby. What’s up?”
“Oh Bobby! I knew you’d call. I just knew it! Peter told me it was over, but I know you love me. I know it. See? And you do! You called! I didn’t mean to yell at him, but I was just so angry! I wanted to see you! I want to be with you! And he said that it couldn’t happen. That the public wouldn’t allow it.” She paused to take a breath.
“Wait, wait, wait! Calm down now. Listen, I want to see you too. I’m borrowing a friends’ plane and I’m going to come down tonight. Okay? Just give me a couple of hours and I’ll be there. Don’t do anything rash okay? I’m calling to tell you that I’m on my way. Okay? Okay?”
“Oh, okay. I’d called James over at the Herald and told him that I wanted to have a press conference tomorrow but I didn’t tell him why. I can always just say it was about the new movie I’ve sign up for..But Bobby, you’re coming tonight? Really? Tonight?”
“Yes Baby. I’m headed to the airport right after I get off the phone with you.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
“Okay. Hey Mar – “
“Why don’t you have a few drinks and relax before I get there? Maybe take one of those happy pills you’ve always got laying around? Before you know it, I’ll be knocking on your door and we’ll have a great time.”
“Well, okay. But they make me sleepy…I don’t want to miss you.”
“Don’t worry Baby. I’ll get in and give you a good kiss to wake you up if you don’t hear me.”
“Okay. See you soon.”