“Things are terrible,” Jenn said. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve been fired. They are restructuring the whole show. I don’t know what to do.”
“How about your producer friend,” Jesse said.
“He’s the one that fired me,” Jenn said.
“No business like show business,” Jesse said.
“What am I going to do?” Jenn said.
“Another job?” Jesse said. “Another producer? Whichever comes first.”
“Don’t tease me, Jesse. I’m frantic. I need you. I need to come there and be with you.”
“No,” Jesse said.
“No?”
“No.”
“Jesse, please,” Jenn said. “I need this.”
“No,” Jesse said. “No more.”
“No more?”
“It’s done, Jenn,” Jesse said. “We’re done. I won’t do this anymore.”
“Jesse, do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you, Jenn. I just want you out of my life.”
“Jesse,” Jenn said, “Jesse. I can’t. I don’t . . . I don’t know what to do.”
“Your problem, Jenn.”
“Jesse, please, what happened to make you turn on me like this?”
Jesse took in some air. There was a long, complicated answer to that question, and Jesse thought he knew what it was. He looked at Sunny. Sunny was motionless, watching him.
“Stuff happens,” he said, and gently hung up the phone.
He picked up the drinks and walked to the balcony and handed Sunny hers. She took it and smiled at him.
“You understand what went on there?” Jesse said.
“I believe so,” Sunny said.
“What do you think?”
“I think it bodes well,” Sunny said.
She put one hand up, and gently Jesse high-fived her.
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