In Your Dreams Bobby Anderson Read Online Free PDF

happy again. The reward he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Even winning the Golden Globes last year hadn’t compared with this feeling of pure accomplishment. Well…
    “You think so?” she looked up at him, still toying with the idea of a true smile.
    “ Sure. I think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. What’s your name, pretty?”
    She laughed, “You know its Susan, and I’m sure you’ve met a lot of girls much, much prettier than me.”
    “No, I haven’t,” he said in all honesty. “ What’s your last name?”
    But Susan shook her head and looked away, her expression blank.
    “Mr. Bobby?”
    “Huh?”
    “Your beer Mr. Bobby.”
    “W —what? My beer?” Bobby wanted to scream. Rosa had woken him. But, no, that wasn’t possible; the dream was already over. Susan had turned from him. He had slipped up again. He wanted to cry and shout and throw a fit. But he knew, with all his twenty-four years of experience that temper tantrums were never going to get him what he wanted.
    “I leave it here Mr. Bobby.”
    “Sure. Is Lola awake?”
    “Lola esta by the pool.”
    “Sure. G ood. Thanks.”
    Dazed and disappointed, Bobby grabbed his beer and headed to the pool. It was the star feature of his mansion. He had practically bought the place because of it. His pool wasn’t one of those marble exotic over-the-top waterslide cherub fountain kind of pools.
    His pool was an elegant Olympic-sized oval starring a naked Venus de Milo at the far end. It was old Hollywood, and when he looked at it he felt a surge of pride. More than the house, it was the pool that made him feel like a real movie star. Not the kind of star who rose to fame one day only to be gone the next, but rather the kind that stuck around and became a permanent feature of Hollywood.
    Lola hated it. She had said more than once that it lacked just about everything. So-and-so had a bigger pool. His was Olympic! What was bigger than Olympic? So-and-so had a jet propulsion lane. If you have an Olympic sized pool you don’t need any jet propulsion, you just swim! So-and-so had glass walls, a glass bottom, a bar, for Christ’s sake! How could he have a pool with no bar? “I have a butler,” he’d said in his pool’s defense. But Lola had spelled it out for him that it wasn’t the same thing. Even poor people had a bar in their pools. Bobby didn’t know any poor people with a pool, so he questioned whether Lola’s perspective on life was accurate.
    She didn’t look like she minded hi s pool or his butler service much now, though. She was stretched out on a sun bed, bronzed back to the sky, a cocktail drink posed carefully next to her right hand, eyes closed, all her concentration directed towards the improvement of her golden tan. A perfect West coast specimen.
    “Lola?”
    No response.
    “Lola?”
    “I’m mad at you.”
    “I didn’t write that article.”
    “You should sue.”
    “Sue for what?”
    “Sue for what? Are you kidding me?” Lola looked up at him through her thick Cartier sunglasses. “They made me look like a fool!”
    Bobby sighed. Was this the right time? Probably not, but he didn’ t want Lola in his house anymore. He should have dated her a bit longer before he’d allowed her this much entry into his life. What had he been thinking?
    “Lola, do you love me?” It was a simple question, but not something they’d ever discussed before. Of course she had blurted the excited, “Love you, baby!” when he’d bought her the gold Rolex, but he’d never had that “I love you” moment he kept acting out in the movies.
    For a second , Lola appeared shocked and Bobby felt instant gratification. But she recovered nicely and put on her coy face. She was about to swoon him and purr and tuck in her claws, but Bobby wasn’t having any of it. “Lola, please just get your things and get out.” He turned on his heels and headed to the garage. Lola was still trying to gather her words, but the