As they approached the dressing room, he placed a hand on her shoulder, gently drawing her aside. "I just want to check and make sure – you got the letter from the PR agency, right? About the questions?" He asked her, brows sliding up as he looked at her questioningly. Please, dear god, let them have forwarded that fucking letter to her magazine.

"Oh! Yes! They did. I have it right… here," Jenny said, bouncing on the balls of her feet a bit as she drew her notebook away from her chest and opened it, pointing to a page she’d placed into the binding.

"And you’ve read it? All of it?" Tim asked. He had to make sure. If Jenny asked any of the questions on that list, Shane would have his balls.

"Yes, I did," she replied, nodding as she closed her notebook. "Umm, no questions about Rebecca Foster… no questions about her mother or her family or being put into foster care…"

"Yeah, yeah, all of those," Tim said. "You signed the release for all that stuff, right?"

"Oh, yeah! Totally. I faxed it to your office on Monday," Jenny said blinking up at him. "Is there a problem?"

"No, no – not at all. I just wanted to make sure that you were prepared, that’s all," he said with a laugh that probably came out sounding rather nervous. "It’s just that, uhh… well, not to put you off or anything, but she’s in kind of a pissy mood, so…"

"Oh…" Jenny said, deflating a bit. "Will we need to reschedule? Because if she’s not feeling up to it or she has something more pressing, I can –"

"No, it’s okay," Tim said, waving a hand at her. "No, no, it’s all right. She needs to get used to doing this kind of stuff, even if she doesn’t want to. She usually doesn’t want to. She’s sort of a … a island unto herself, y’know?"

"I see," she said, considering that carefully for a few moments. "So, it’s — is it all right to do this today?"