auburn hair with streaks of gold in it from the sun. Her skin is like porcelain, the only mark on it is the cute spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are a dark, jade green and take up most of her pretty face. I knew grown women who would kill to be as pretty as her. “What are you talking about? You’re gorgeous.”
“I’m a ginger,” she said, sadly. “I want to be a famous actress like you. Hollywood hates gingers.”
I tried to hold back my smile. “Who told you that?”
She shrugged. “I read it in People or something like that.”
“Well they’re wrong. What about Julianne Moore? Christina Hendricks? Or Emma Stone...I could go on all day… Hey,” I tipped her little face up to look at mine. “Don’t ever le t anyon e tell you that you can’t do anything you want to do or that you’re not good enough for some reason. You can do whatever you want to do. You are so beautiful that sometime sI env y yo u .”
“You do?”
I smiled. “I do. I would give anything to trade these brown eyes for those green ones of yours.”
Paige grinned. “The magazines say you’re famous for you r sultry brown eye s .”
Laughing I said, “Trust me, Paige. Don’t believe everything you read. Where do you read all of these magazines anyways?”
“Online.”
I wondered how many of the sordid details of my break-up with Matt my little sister had been subjected too. Instead of asking her I shook it off. “You know that a lot of what they write is exaggerated or just plain made up?”
“They can do that?”
“Yes honey…they say that someone told them something and they’ll print it. A lot of times it causes stress for the person they print about and it wasn’t even true!”
She grabbed me around the middle and hugged me tight. When she stepped back and looked up at me she said “Good, because most of the time the stories about you make you sound sad. I don’t want you to be sad.”
I couldn’t say anything to that. I just hugged her again. She was right, but unfortunately that was usually true. I was sad a lot, thanks to my own poor choices. “I’m not sad now. I’m so happy to be home and see you and Mama….”
“And Daddy too?”
“Of course,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “All of you. I’m going out with Becky for a while. I’ll see you in the morning okay?”
“Okay. Jackie…I love you.”
My heart felt like it would explode sometimes when this kid was around. I wish I could take her back to L.A. with me. “I love you too, kiddo.”
By the time Becky picked me up and we got to the club, it was already after nine. She had trouble leaving the baby. She’s all talk about her “Mommy’s night off.” All she talked about all the way to the club was little Greg and how wonderful and smart he is. I’m so glad that she’s so happy. She deserves it.
She parked and we could hear country music playing loudly as we walked up to the door. It was ladies night, so we got in no problem. The place was packed and as soon as we got past the doors a trio of young girls came up to me, their voices piercing my ears.
“You’re Jacqueline Manning!”
I laughed. “Thanks for the reminder, I’d forgotten.”
“We love you on Straight Forward. Oh my gah, you’re not really leaving the show are you?!”
“What makes you think that?” I hadn’t read any of the articles or spoken to anyone since I’d been home but I wasn’t surprised they were already reporting the end of the show.
“They’re saying that Matt says you cheated on him first! You cheated girl?!”
I opened my mouth to defend myself…I guess. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. All I knew was that I didn’t want to talk about it.
“Hey girls, those reporters are full of crap and so is Matt Bentley,” Becky said defiantly. “My friend is out here tonight to have a good time and forget about things like that though, so what do you say to just let her be Jackie