I tell Will that I’m tempted to get on a plane just to see him, even if just for one night, but with my shooting schedule, it’s impossible. Every night when we talk, I realize I’m sounding more and more forlorn. The work’s really getting to me. I’m trying to put on a brave face, but I’m very unhappy with these segments. They’re becoming more and more cartoonish. Part of me wishes I’d stayed with the cooking shows. That afternoon we break early on the leprechaun shoot and I head back to my hotel to regroup and check my messages. I’m alarmed when I notice that Will has called my phone repeatedly. Naturally he would need to speak to me on a day I’m shooting in the boonies where there’s no signal. I access my voice-mail messages and listen to Will’s voice. He sounds angry. What’s happened? I take a deep breath and listen. Sophia you need to call me as soon as you get this message.
