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n't see me over the phone. "Yes

n't seen him in months. "Sweetheart, what makes you think I wa

someone my age couldn't get a

os's my friend. I th

me but his father?

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standing in my kitchen. "But you know what happens to si

o. But don't blame me if I t

and tell him what he thought of him. "His son's getting mar

king in my size

sickness washing over me.

do, go

ned to my work, a topic we never really dis

ncelled," Dad started, his voi

d of staying for the "Damn, We've Been Cancelled" party at t

en are you

ar stool at the breakfast bar. "My agent's working on getti

lf the time you were half-naked on that poor excuse of a soap opera and what were they paying you? Peanuts, Paula. Tiny, microscopi

. The truth was that I wasn't so torn up about my TV series, not soap opera, getting cancelled after just one season. I didn't blame HBO, or the writers, or my

rian Hartwell. I had thought that being an actor like he was would make him proud.

to me," Dad was s

ire have nothing to worry about. Dropping out of c

you some

let you give me a free ride t

ways work for me. I me

entary, The Murdered Countries, did not need another Hartwell

wish you'd stop worrying. You

ry year you and your brother grow older. T

im, laughing. His salt-and-pepper hair only mad

, gorgeous

ou more

the end of the road for me but if it was, I could always go back to law school. With two years at my father's old school, NYU, under my belt, I

. I still had some of the "tiny, micro

ad been stuck there for months. If my dad had been mad about my acting, he'd be furiou

was sixteen after a talent scout had come up to me at

alf. I shoved it in the back pocket of my cut-off shorts and went to answer

urse, it

guessed from looking at the bouquet

aula Ha

t look like a serial killer. Then again, serial killers rarely looked like serial killers a

a little too early for flirting?"

m Scott. You know, the guy who spent a few months in jail fo