looked. So much for those hunky carpenters on the DIY network, telling me I could do it myself. Theyâd clearly never seen a neurotic, overworked Hollywood director try her hand at home improvement.
My watery eyes and itchy nose made me a great candidate for an antihistamine commercial, but I didnât dare take any meds. Not on such an important day. It was Tuesday, after all. Some of my toughest work happened on Tuesdays. Blocking and reblocking scenes. Giving instruction to the actors, the camera guys, and so on. Nope. No time to think about a head coldâor whatever this wasâtoday.
As I hit the 405, I shifted gearsâinternally, anywayâand gave some thought to todayâs plan of action. After such a great read-through yesterday, I felt sure my cast and crew would be in good spirits. That would help. Hopefully our run-through would be smooth.
My phone rang just as I reached my exit. I pushed a button on my steering wheel and Mamaâs voice rang out, just as it did every morning about this time.
âTia-mia, you sweet girl! I just called to thank you for getting Benita the job. It means the world to me. And her too, of course. To all of us. Oh, you always come through for us, Tia.â
âItâs not really solid yet, Mama,â I said. âRex has agreed to meet with her today. I called her last night and made it very clear what is expected of her, if he does decide to hire her.â A chill came over me as I thought about the potential for disaster with my sister in the studio. Thankfully, the SUV behind me provided the perfect distraction as he attempted to rush me down the ramp.
âOh, I know itâs going to be solid before the dayâs over,â Mama said. âIâve been praying about it and feel sure the jobâs in the bag. But I really called to talk to you about your father. I, um . . . I hear he stopped by your place last night.â
âBenita shouldnât have told you.â
My motherâs voice kept me from saying more. âDid he . . . I mean, is he planning to . . .â
Come back home? Again?
âI guess thatâs your decision, Mama.â I pulled my car up to a stoplight and drew in a deep breath. âItâs between you and Daddy. Itâs not really my business. Besides, he said he talked to you already.â
âStill, youâre my oldest, Tia-mia. I lean on you for advice.â
And a thousand other things.
She continued, oblivious to my thoughts. âAnd yes, I talked to him, but I still canât decide if heâs telling the truth this time. Did his apology seem real to you? Hmm, baby girl?â
âMama, Iâd really like to talk, but Iâm almost to the studio. Itâs Tuesday. You know what that means.â
âYes. Tuesday is one of the most important days of the week.â Sounded like she was reading the words from a book or something. âItâs the day the cast and crew do a full run-through of the episode for the first time. Youâve told me a dozen times.â
âExactly. And itâs the day when I have to stay focused and give direction.â
Especially today, since weâre delivering a baby.
âYouâve never had a problem with focus, honey. Now, your little brother, heâs another story. Gabeâs teacher tried to tell me that she thinks he has ADHD and needs to be on medication. What do you think of that?â
I think itâs about five years overdue, but I would never say that out loud.
âJust one more thing to pray about, Mama,â I said. âBetter hit your knees.â
âWith as many children as Iâve got, I spend half my time on my knees and the other half wringing my hands. And when you factor your father into the equation . . .â She sighed. âAnyway, I spend a lot of time praying. And my knees are calloused.â
No doubt.
âIâve spent a lot of time doing the
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