But it’s once in awhile, it’s not that big of deal,” Behati smoothly lied to him on the morning of her interview. “You need to calm down.” “I am calm,” he replied, and indeed he was, at least on the surface. “I’m just concerned, is all.” “Well, you don’t need to be. And if you didn’t grow up such a boring stick in the mud, you would have done a line or two once in awhile,” Behati kissed him on the cheek. “Now, your mother is going to be here this afternoon, and the sooner I get this done, the better, so scram.” “Out of my own house, am I?” he asked with a faint smile. “I think I’ll stay, if you don’t mind.” “Suit yourself,” she shrugged, and checked her hair one more time. “Let’s go then.” Downstairs, in the sunroom, a camera crew was already set up and waiting for them. Behati had not let them do her makeup, insisting that she was fine.
