“Oh, God.” Samara laughed. “She would’ve loved you.”
“Shewouldhave?”
“Yes. You don’t take my crap. She didn’t, either.”
“I guess I don’t, no. Never did, did I? From the moment you complained about the food temperature.” Dana paused. “But I didn’t know about–”
“Hey, it’s okay.” She patted Dana’s stomach. “I get it. To most people, I’m just a pain in the ass.”
“But only because they don’t know.”
“Do I have to tell them?”
“No, that’s up to you. Sometimes, though, even a small explanation helps people understand without thinking you’re being an asshole. Like, you could tell them that you’re allergic to certain foods instead of revealing the OCD, or you could say that you’re really sensitive to temperature without talking about autism.”
“I just don’t feel like I owe it to anyone to tell them.”
“You don’t owe anyone, but, babe, if you’re looking for a way to lose that diva rep you’ve built for years, it could help.”
“Diva? Really?”
“What? It’s kind of true. You even ordered a specific trailer.”
“I like my trailer.” She chuckled a little and added, “It’s a nice trailer. And I took way less than I usually make to do this movie. All I asked for was my food and a trailer that I knew I would be comfortable in.”
“I know,” Dana replied, kissing her temple.
“Why does that feel so good?”
“Me kissing you?”
“Specifically, that spot.”
“I don’t know,” Dana said and did it again. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m doing it because I care about you and want to keep you safe.”
“Even though I’m a diva?”
“You’re not with me; not anymore, anyway,” Dana replied. “I like that you’re being more yourself with me now.”
“I am,” she said. “Are you being moreyourself with me?”
“I’m always myself.”
Samara shifted to be able to look at her and asked, “Then, why are you talking about going back to catering when you clearly want to be an actor and always have?”
“This again?” Dana asked.
“Yes, this again,” she said. “Dana, I don’t know what’s going to happen when I leave, but if this is going to continue, I live in LA, and you live here. One of us actually wants to be an actress and move to LA to make it happen.” She pointed to Dana. “The other already lives there andisa working actress.”
“We could do the distance thing,” Dana suggested.
“What are you so afraid of?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Dana, seriously, why won’t you at least consider–”
“My mom got sick, Samara.”
