handwritten sign on it said âWelcome to Hell!â
âRoom of Alma. My daughter,â Ana said, but she didnât open the door for him, and he didnât insist. What couldâve been in there? Script Idea #62: A secret door in a teenagerâs closet leads to an alternate universe, where she is the heiress to a powerful empire, her life endangered by her evil stepfather .
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Ana placed him at the head of the table, so that everyone now regarded him with expectation, as if he were supposed to conduct a workshop, or affirm his authority by delivering a salutation of some sort. No authority, however, was affirmed except for Anaâs, as she went around the table introducing all of her guests. Their names consisted entirely of unpronounceable sounds, therefore incomprehensible and impossible to remember. When she got to Bega, he said something that made her laugh.
âWe go way back,â Bega said in English and winked. The woman sitting next to Bega was Anaâs boss, it turned out, and she was Russian. She had coal-black hair and biblically dark eyes, which made her appear very young. Joshua hadnât even known Ana worked but he refrained from inquiring. Everyone at the table was now quiet, still waiting for Joshua to say something, and he couldnât think of a single word to utter. Everything excellent is as difficult as it is rare.
In the meantime, Ana packed a plate and set it down before him. âLittle bit of everything,â she said. When Esko walked in with a pile of lamb on a platter, she picked a boneless piece for Joshua and dropped it on his plate, to which everyone responded with an appreciative âoooh.â
âWhat do you want to drink?â Bega asked. âThere is everything.â
âI like wine,â Joshua said, before he saw what was on the table. There was little doubt he looked like a snob.
And thus he drank some overoxidized wine and it was vile, but people talked at him and he could not fend off their foreign blather without alcohol, and he drank a lot of it, oxidation be damned. Ana was seated next to him, their thighs rubbing. It seemed that she was looking for ways to touch him surreptitiously, and mind he did not. She refilled his glass with the dreadful wine, while she sipped Johnnie Walker. Esko came in occasionally to bring more food or another bottle of booze, but he pretty much spent the evening in the kitchen. There was a cloud over his head, and everyone quieted down whenever he came by. âHe doesnât like parties,â Ana told Joshua by way of explanation. âBecause he doesnât like people.â
âEarth is populated with reasons not to like people.â
âHe is wild man.â
âI think I ran into your daughter on my way in,â Joshua said, mainly to change the subject.
âYes, Alma. I am worry about her,â Ana said. âDrugs, sex, crazy people. I donât know her friends, where is she going. I think we maybe must go back to Sarajevo.â
âSheâll be fine,â Joshua said. âTeenagers have a lot of energy.â
âEnergy is not good for mother,â Ana said. âMother gets tired.â
Joshua arranged an empathetic face to signal he understood. The arrangement required raised eyebrows and lips rolled in; he could feel his forehead muscles straining. The easiest thing would be just to hug her or hold her hand. Kimmy liked to snuggle up and put her head on the side of his chest to listen to his heartbeat; he often worried she could smell his armpit.
âYou are too young to get tired.â
She laughed: âHow old you think I am?â
âThirty,â Joshua ventured. Thirty-five or thirty-seven, really, maybe even forty, but he knew better than to say it.
She pressed her hands against her cheeks and said: âI can kiss you for that.â
Bega was ranting forcefully about something in Bosnian, occasionally sitting up