Chapter Two

Tina could hear the phone ringing in her apartment as she entered the hall. “Im coming, im coming” she yelled to noone in perticular. She quickly unlocked the door and dropped her stuff as she ran for the phone. “Hello?” she answered, out of breath.
“Oh so now your answering your phone now?” came the irritated reply. “Im sorry I have a job mom” Tina’s words were laced with sarcasm. “I don’t have time for your patronizing right now Tina. Do you know what your father is doing?” asked Tracy Kennard. “No mom, but im sure your going to tell me” said Tina who was not intrested in listening to another one of her mothers disaporving opinions. “He’s moving to Seattle with his new girlfriend and he’s selling the house in Boston. Now your brother is transfering to UCLA. California means nothing but trouble for him espically without supervision.” Her anger level rising. “Ben is almost twenty now mom, he doesn’t need supervision. He will be fine. I’ll look after him.” she said trying to calm her mother enough to escape the convorsation. “Ok hunny, call me when he gets there, you know he wont call me.” Tina took a deep breath. “Ok mom, i’ll talk to you later.” She hung up the phone and rested her head on the back of the couch. “Will it ever end” she thought as she rubbed her forehead. Seconds later the phone rang again. “Apearently not” she said picking up the phone. This time she looked at the caller Id, it was Eric. “I don’t have time to deal with this” she said as she turned off the ringer. After the fourth ring the answering machine picked up.

“Hey Tina, it’s me. Eric, incase you forgot the sound of my voice” Tina rolled her eyes and continued listening. “Anyway, make no plans for Friday. Were going to a gallery opening, Catherine Opie is going to be there, she’s amazing. You wont be bored, I promise. Anyway, i’ll see you Friday I guess.”

Tina lothed it when Eric dragged her to his mini obsessions. “Just like that Laker game I was supposed to have a blast at” she thought. She decided it was time to get to work. First she put on her pajamas then in one sweeping motion she grabbed the script off the coffee table and launched herself onto her couch.