the brillaince shifted , fragmaenting the sun's rays . the shafts drifted closed . in seconds , they re-formed somewhere else .
i sat beside her .
she said ." i don't think i could live that far from the oecean ."
" iknow what you mena ," i said .
" you an old .....boyfriend ?" she asked without looking my way .
"me ? no , " i said , probably a little too incredulously .
" what , then ?"
she sounded sincere . although i was tempted to answe , i found a gram of discretion somewhere ." i think it's better if i leave it up to carmel to tell you taht ."
"nobody calls her that , yoy know . carmel . too .....i dobn't know , precious ."
"i haven't seen her in a long time . the last time was ....in boulder . i've known her since -"
" you said that already ."
"i did . you're right ."
after about fifteen seconds , she said ."it's my job . i'm a script supervisor ."
she adopted a husky , faux-old west voice - she did it well - and said ." you're not from around these parts , are you , cowboy ?"
i didn't respond . i always embarrassed myself when i tried to do accents .
"i keep track of what 's on film . continuity .chart deviations from the script . keep everybody on the same page , literally . keep the editor from trying to kill the direcyor . i have to pay close attention to what everyone says on set . it becme a habit ."
it made perfect sense that there was such a job , but until that moment i'd been unaaware of it existence . often i can guess whether someone likes his or her work from the wqay they describe it , but i couldn't tell how carmel's roommate would answer the question had i posrd it tio her . i did ." do you like it ? what you do ?"
i sat beside her .
she said ." i don't think i could live that far from the oecean ."
" iknow what you mena ," i said .
" you an old .....boyfriend ?" she asked without looking my way .
"me ? no , " i said , probably a little too incredulously .
" what , then ?"
she sounded sincere . although i was tempted to answe , i found a gram of discretion somewhere ." i think it's better if i leave it up to carmel to tell you taht ."
"nobody calls her that , yoy know . carmel . too .....i dobn't know , precious ."
"i haven't seen her in a long time . the last time was ....in boulder . i've known her since -"
" you said that already ."
"i did . you're right ."
after about fifteen seconds , she said ."it's my job . i'm a script supervisor ."
she adopted a husky , faux-old west voice - she did it well - and said ." you're not from around these parts , are you , cowboy ?"
i didn't respond . i always embarrassed myself when i tried to do accents .
"i keep track of what 's on film . continuity .chart deviations from the script . keep everybody on the same page , literally . keep the editor from trying to kill the direcyor . i have to pay close attention to what everyone says on set . it becme a habit ."
it made perfect sense that there was such a job , but until that moment i'd been unaaware of it existence . often i can guess whether someone likes his or her work from the wqay they describe it , but i couldn't tell how carmel's roommate would answer the question had i posrd it tio her . i did ." do you like it ? what you do ?"
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