Evelyn says, shaking her head violently as we walk down the hallway. “I’m so stupid. I should have trusted my instincts.” If her textbooks had lungs, they’d be gasping for air. “What are you talking about?” I say, calling on all of my drama skills to try to sound completely ignorant. Evelyn stops dead in her tracks and turns on me. “You know what I’m talking about. Miss Hotsy-Totsy you were chatting with. Don’t think I don’t recognize her. She was that terrible actress at the auditions. What’s she trying to do? Seduce you so she can glom on to our movie?” “What? No. I mean, maybe she auditioned, I don’t remember. A lot of kids in Drama did, but . . . We just did an acting exercise together. That’s what we were discussing —” “I’m leading lady, mister.” She jabs me in the chest with her finger. “Don’t you forget it. You aren’t even filming this movie without me and my video camera.” “Okay, just calm down, Ev —” “Who the heck does she think she is, anyway?
