Season Four, cont.
Production began as usual the next day except that I no longer took Gale's food to him. Jenifer came bouncing over to select things for him. I learned how to keep my mouth shut the first day when I'd prepared a special lunch for him, knowing how much he loved my roast beef French dip sandwiches. She ignored the box with his name written on it and asked Stacy what the healthiest sandwich was on the table. When she left with a steamed chicken breast and broccoli platter, I silently took his box and dumped it in the trash.
Randy pulled me aside the next day and asked what had happened between the two of us. I told him what I knew and the look on his face spoke volumes. "That's it?"
"Yeah. We fucked like bunnies and he left. That was it." I sighed. "Then he comes back with a girlfriend."
"I can't stand her. She's such a bitch." He complained. "She's only a PA and she's giving me orders and telling me how Gale likes to be touched. You never did that."
"Randy, I appreciate your feelings but Gale and I weren't a couple."
"Then what the hell were you doing the last two years?"
I shrugged. "Fucking."
"No. I don't believe that. He was too emotionally involved with you for it to have been just fucking."
I shrugged again, turning as Stacy called to me. "Sorry, Randy. I guess you know more than I know. Excuse me."
We worked steadily through the week and I was never so glad to see the weekend. Since the show was so popular and the cast had complained, shooting was limited on those days, mostly night scenes and Babylon innards. I prepared the meals and Stacy served them, giving me some blessed time off. When Sunday arrived, I sat quietly in my kitchen, paralyzed with fear as a knock came at the usual time.
"Who is it?"
"It's Gale."
I leaned against the door jamb, tears choking my throat. "Go home."
"What?"
"You heard me. Go home."