Brooklyn groaned. Knock, knock, knock. Brooklyn shouted, “ONE MORE, PLEASE!” She had told her mom at least a thousand times that it was bad luck for her to answer after just three knocks. She needed four. Knock, knock, knock . . . KNOCK. “Come in!” The door opened with her mother holding two bags of groceries, a healthy head of lettuce billowing from the top of one. “How may I help you, Mrs. Brant?” Brooklyn said. “Got you some Whole Foods,” her mom said. “Wanna come and join me for a salad? I’ve got quinoa. Brain food.” “I’d love to, but I’m working on a story. I’m real busy. Plus, I just had a sandwich.” Her mom put the grocery bags down and Brooklyn could hear the sound of glass bottles clanking against each other. Great, drink more wine to drown your sorrows. Mrs. Brant leaned in for a peek. “What’s the story?” “Just a casting item about the next season of Obsessed. They’re adding a hot new guy to play Nina’s lab partner. No biggie, but I have to post it before I get scooped.”
