Where the Sun Sets
Chapter 6
Twelve year old Josephine excitedly phoned Antonia from the lobby just inside
the Hilton, where she was staying with her parents. It was raining outside and the
lobby was crammed with people trying to stay dry and that made phone conversation
difficult to hear. The phone rang. "Saint Agnes, can I help you?
"Hello," Josephine said a little too loudly, "It's Josephine. Is Antonia
around?"
"Hang on a moment, she's down the hall. I'll get her."
Someone slipped in a puddle in the main lobby. The commotion increased the noise
level to the point where Josephine could barely hear at all.
"Hello, hello is anyone there?"
"Anthony? Is that you? Hey it's me, Joe."
"Joe, hi, how's vacation?"
"Oh, you won't believe it, guess what happened?"
"You finally got some hair under your arms."
"Come on, this is serious!"
"Okay, sorry, what happened?"
"Ma got me an audition for this big time director!"
"Really? Who?"
"Louis Irving, you know, the guy who did that movie, that one that got the Oscar
last year?"
"Gee, that really narrows it down a bit for me, now doesn't it?"
"Anyway, anyway, I did the audition thingy and guess what?"
"I don't know, Joe. You found out you were related?"
"What? Anthony, do you even care? I got a part in his next movie!" Josephine
was talking very loud into the receiver, due to the noise behind her. Perhaps too
loud, since people behind her seemed to have stopped to take notice of the young woman
who had managed to get a part in the new Irving flick. "It was so cool. I just had
to read a few lines and turn around and smile. It was so easy."
"When are you coming back to school?"
"I don't know, a couple of weeks maybe. They have to take some pictures and do
some tests. I will have to leave school again in a few months for taping. Isn't that
great?"
"Take some pictures?"
"Yeah. I get to pretend I'm a model, isn't that cool?"
"Are they gonna be in a magazine or something?"
"Gee, I don't know. Hey you don't sound all that happy for me."
"No, no I'm happy, it's just that..."
"Wow, I wish you could have been there Anthony."
A man in his early twenties had tuned in to the phone conversation. He was
leaning against the wall about six feet away, out of Josephine's view, holding up a
newspaper andpretending to read it.
The operator interjected, "Time is up, please insert another eighty five cents to
continue your call..."
"Hey, I'll call you later Anthony."
"Joe?" the phone clicked dead.
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