âI donât see why people would be so upset that she said that.â
âI know, Michelle,â I said. âThatâs why I think you should skip this role.â
Michelle glared at me angrily and appeared to be winding up to a tirade when her eyes slipped into her skull, leaving only the whites visible. Her mouth dropped open slightly. She dropped her fork onto the table. I stared, panickedâI had made her so angry I caused her to stroke out. I was in the process of yanking out my cell phone to dial 911 when she snapped back.
âThatâs better,â she said.
âJesus Christ, Michelle,â I said. âWhat was that all about?â
âIâve been going to a hypnotherapist,â she said, âto help me handle my stress. He placed an autosuggestion into my subconscious so that every time I get angry or stressed, I sort of float away for a couple of seconds. Itâs really helping me deal with my issues.â
âLetâs hope you donât have any issues while youâre on the 405,â I said.
âWell, I usually stress out in traffic jams, so itâs not a problem,â Michelle said. âIâm not moving anyway. Listen, you just made me very angry back there.â
âI know that now,â I said.
âYouâre supposed to be my agent, you know,â she said, âand that means helping me get the roles I want.â
âYes, but Iâm also your friend,â I said, âand that means looking out for you. And also, as your agent, I have to look out for the longevity of your career. If Hard Memories flopped, it wouldnât stop you from making movies, but it would make folks think twice about hiring you for another drama. And then you would be stuck doing Summertime Blues and Murdered Earth sequels. Very profitable in the short run, but not what I think you want to do all your life.â
âI donât even want to do this Murdered Earth sequel,â Michelle said, sullenly. âAny way I can get out of it?â
âAfraid not,â I said. âWeâve gone beyond the oral agreement stage. Besides, youâve got twelve million plus back end. Youâre unbelievably rich now. Enjoy it.â
Michelle poked at her food. âThe only reason I got the first film was because Brad wanted to screw me.â
âThere was more to it than that, Michelle,â I said, and that much was trueâat the time, she had also been cheap to hire. âBut look at it this way: now you get to screw him. To the tune of twelve mil.â
Michelle shrugged and looked down at her plate. âAll Iâm saying is sometime soon Iâd like to get to do something where the reason I got it wasnât because someone wanted to get in my pants.â
I remembered why I had started representing Michelle. I felt unbelievably filthy.
âYou ready to go?â I said.
She looked up at me. âWhat?â
âLetâs go,â I said. I pulled out my wallet and set down a couple of twenties.
âI havenât ordered dessert yet,â Michelle said.
âI believe that you would have eaten it,â I said. âNow I want you to come with me. I have an idea.â
Across the strip mall from the Mondo Chicken was a Barnes & Noble. We went in.
âWhat are we doing?â Michelle asked.
âGetting research materials,â I said, and sat her down in one of the storeâs chairs while I went shopping. I picked up Hannah Arendt, Primo Levi, Elie Wiesel, and Simon Wiesenthal. I grabbed Hitlerâs Willing Executioners, Denying the Holocaust, Shoah , and Why Did the Heavens Not Darken? I went to the graphic novel area and fished through costumed superheroes until I found Maus . On the way through the fiction I spotted Sophieâs Choice. I grabbed it. Couldnât hurt.
I had no illusionsâthese books were enough to confuse graduate students, let alone Michelle, who was, at the very