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Authors: Gillian Roberts

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Lucas. Good with mechanical things.


Oh, right. She said he was a model-builder, or started out as one. Or did it along with something else, I

m not sure. Sometimes, with the kids around, I get so scattered

but I remember the model-building because I thought she meant tiny trains or cars or balsa-wood airplanes. And she laughed! You know that teenage laugh that just shrivels you?

the one that means you

re so out of it you

re laughable? She said his models were for the movies, for special effects. Spaceships, monsters, robots, airplanes

little things we see on-screen as enormous. They do a lot of it with computers now, though. Still and all, I had no idea there was such a job. It seems so peculiar.


Did she say where he does this?

Sunny shook her head again.

Don

t think so. At least, I don

t recall.


Did she by any chance mention ILM? Industrial Light and Magic? The special-effects house. George Lucas

s place.


I honestly don

t know.

Sunny wrinkled her brow, pondering, then shook her head.


Do you think he was local?

Again Sunny considered this, her perfect upper teeth biting on her perfect lower lip.

I think so, because

well

guess I don

t know that, either. She didn

t say.

He had to be, that was all there was to it. It made sense. Besides, the universe owed Billie a break. He had to be local and work at ILM. Billie stood up.

You

ve been really helpful.


You

re being kind. I

m sorry I didn

t pay closer attention.

She, too, stood. The twins howled and the older boy put his hands to his ears. It was a wonder Sunny Marshall could keep track of her own name, let alone her baby-sitter

s crushes.


Honestly. I

m more hopeful of finding her now, thanks to you.


I do hope so.

Sunny

s expression clouded.

I

m finding it really hard without her.


One thing,

Billie said when she was near the door.

I keep having the sense we

ve met before.

She didn

t mention the heavy negativity that came with the feeling.

Have we?

Sunny looked wide-eyed and apologetic.

Gee, I

I

m sure I

d remember if we had.

But they had. Billie was sure. And something bad was a part of it.


I know what it must be,

Sunny said.

Bet you were at one of Harley

s fund-raisers, and I was there, too. Bet that was it.

Not in this lifetime, Billie thought. Not even if I could afford charity banquets.

Bet you

re right,

Billie said.

And I

ll bet that happens to you all the time.

She was starting to sound like Sunny Marshall.

Well, thanks again.

The twins continued to howl as Billie let herself out the door.

Once in her car, Billie allowed herself a second of elation. She had a name

two names

and that of his likely employer. She had a chance, finally, to find him and through him, Penny.

And then reality returned. ILM was fortified and impenetrable, its hatches battened against curiosity-seekers. The place might as well be making actual interplanetary weaponry for its degree of paranoia and security. Billie knew this for personal fact, having tried for employment there before coming to Emma. She

d called their job line and found the commercial division needed a production assistant, and figured that

assisting

somebody had to mean they

d explain the job. Therefore, she could do it.

That was then, pre-Emma, when she still believed she was a quick study and could conquer or fake pretty much anything.

But she hadn

t been given the chance to bluff her way through. She

d inflated her r
é
sum
é
and pretended an urgency

she was being relocated if she couldn

t find a new position that could keep her here

and still and all, she never got so much as an interview.

The receptionist let it drop that three hundred people had applied for that minor-league job, including people with a great deal of experience who wanted out of Hollywood and up into the promised land at the end of the rainbow. She strongly suggested that Billie fold her tents and fade away.

Billie

s choice of new career was determined by the fact that ILM

s talent pool was Olympic-sized, and Emma

s consisted of a tiny puddle near the drain.

And now Billie, in an ironic twist she didn

t appreciate had to storm the fortress in order to do her alternate job. Why couldn

t Luke work at Safeway? Or Nordstrom?

Oh, God, she suddenly thought

please let this be for real. Please don

t let it turn out to be a joke. Don

t let the reason her Luke wouldn

t work at Safeway be that he

s really, truly Luke Skywalker.

Fifteen

It was a good morning, clear and bright, and he
sat in bed savoring it, not sure what set this day of his vacation apart, made it different and better than those that preceded it, but something did. The weather? So clear and bright after so much rain. But the day before had been clear as well and he hadn

t felt this quiet elation, this sense of peace.

Then he realized what it was: Penny wasn

t with him. Probably because he

d slept late, but even so, it was unusual of her to be this considerate, or to face his housemates on her own. Maybe she was finally feeling more relaxed and less paranoid around them. He stretched and contemplated the day. It looked good for a hike, or even the beach. Didn

t seem to be any fog, although it wasn

t always easy to guess what was happening on the coast from here in the valley.

He wondered if he

d take her along. Wondered if he wanted to, if he had to, if he

d entered some unarticulated whither-thou-goest covenant with the girl. She seemed to think so, was constantly looking as if a moment

s separation was a betrayal. He couldn

t imagine how their tiny history had been so completely rewritten.

Like the way she insisted on calling him Luke. He didn

t mind all that much, but the others did. They kept their mundane lives separate. They even complained that if she absolutely had to use it, he was Lucan, not Luke. The fact that she didn

t like the authentic, period name made her all the more suspect. Or maybe they

d resent anything she said. He couldn

t pick his way through his mixed feelings about her, and the stew of affection, resentment, confusion, impatience, and worry was forever simmering.

Penny was like the strays he used to bring home, annoying the hell out of his mother and proving her right, time after time

he loved the idea of the dog and hated the unending responsibility. The kestrel, Morgana, was just the right amount of responsibility. He built her a mews and covered the window at night so great horned owls couldn

t come devour her. He showed her a little attention and fed her a mouse a day and she was satisfied.

This time, Penny had trailed him home, and he couldn

t stand the responsibility. Hadn

t signed on for it. He couldn

t wait until she realized it was time to go home, deal with her life and finish high school. It had better be soon.

And then, no girls. He never thought he

d yearn for celibacy, for estrangement from the entire other sex, but the prospect beckoned, clean and uncomplicated.

He stretched and dawdled, looking out the window at the glorious midmorning and at Mr. Oliver

s tidy garden, deliberately fenced-off from the jungly tangle of the rental unit

s yard. Oliver

s flowering cherry tree had burst into purple-pink blossoms overnight, dark limbs full of bell-shaped petals amazing against a backdrop of greens brightened by the recent rains.

He wanted Mr. Oliver

s orderly yard and life. He wanted to worry about tiny problems

thrips and mites and aphids. He wanted to talk to plants and never once have the plant talk back. Maybe he

d aim for it today

plant something, lots of things, so there

d be color all year outside his window.

Except he knew he wouldn

t really do it, wouldn

t see it through the seasons and the grunt work. He wasn

t like Mr. Oliver, not sufficiently attentive or careful and would probably let everything go to seed. He was a procrastinator. Look how he was delaying the downstairs reunion with Penny. She was sure to be pissed. As soon as she arrived with her unanticipated set of assumptions, he

d backed off. Except that night she came up and into his bed. Big mistake. But only that once. That twice. Talk about paying for your sins.

He

d thought to give her a brief time away from sour and oppressive parents. From being a teenager, a high-school senior with all the extra pressures of that year when your entire future bears down at you top speed. That was all, breathing space. God knows he wasn

t ready for another relationship, especially not with an hysteric. If he ever dated again, he

d look for an emotionless cow of a girl. He was sick to death of histrionics and had been even before Penny Redmond appeared.

Penny

s overdramatic denunciations of her life and family were juvenile, but she felt everything so passionately; she was so needy. He knew firsthand that families could be unbearable. The difference was that he had a better sense of self-preservation than she did. He hadn

t chucked high school and run away. He

d taken his time and their money until he finished college

they worried about how it would look to their friends if they refused to send him on to higher education, and he cynically played on that

so that when he left, he had the means to be independent and the break was clean and final.

But maybe the day he met Penny, when she

d stopped to admire his car outside the yogurt store, maybe that day he hadn

t felt completely independent. With Yvonne ranting to everybody about how he

d destroyed her life, maybe he

d been ripe for being admired. Pathetic, but probably true, because for the life of him, he couldn

t figure how else he

d gotten into this mess.

And then Penny, suddenly seductive, acting as if his offer of refuge translated into a request that she come live with him and be his love, not merely share space. She treated his insistence that he wanted instead to protect her, give her a little time, as if he were insulting her.

He felt sorry for her parents, if this was the way she handled whatever she didn

t like.

And last night was the worst, the dispute about the goddamned gold heart. Such a stupid thing. He knew she was right. The thing was a worn out piece of costume jewelry, worth nothing, even as evidence. But it was the principle of the thing, his stubbornness about her stubbornness. They were a really bad combo.

Later, when they were alone in his room, she

d cried that everybody treated her like an infant, with him as prime offender. It was all a jumble to her and a mess to him. Her fault. His.

You

d think she

d move out if life here was unbearable. That

s what she

d done about her real home. No such luck.

She had no place to go. He knew that, but it only made matters worse.

He pulled a sweatshirt and jeans on, uncovered the kestrel and promised her a delicious mouse, then used the bathroom, where somebody had left globs of spit-out toothpaste in the sink again. He stared at the gelled dribbles. They weren

t dirt, hair, or scum. Toothpaste didn

t interfere with anything and shouldn

t annoy him. But it did. It was one more way in which what he wanted, needed, and deserved wasn

t allowed him.

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