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- Author: Stacy Finz
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Tess
I can barely see the teleprompter, my vision is so blurry. And for a
second, I fear my mascara is smudged. Then I realize I don’t give a rat’s
ass, not about smudged mascara or my hair, or looking perky at the ass
crack of four.
All I can think about is revenge.
My hands shake as I shuffle the papers in front of me, her voice still in
my head.
“It’s two in the goddamn morning, this better be important.”
For a moment I thought I had the wrong number, then quickly realized
I’d used automatic dial. It was Kit’s private phone, the one reserved for
family, the one reserved for me, his wife. “Who the hell is this?” I snapped.
There was a long pause, then, “Oh shit, I picked up the wrong phone,”
then a lot of background noise, then Kit. “Tess?”
An hour ago, I was a happily married woman, getting ready for work,
calling to tell my husband I missed him and that I couldn’t wait to see him
tonight. Sure, it was early, too early, but I’d tried all night and he never
picked up. I assumed he was partying after the team’s big win and hadn’t
even gone to bed yet. And of course, there’s the superstition—Lord knows
Major League Baseball is full of them—that if I don’t call him before he
boards the team plane to wish him safe travels, something terrible will
happen.
Ironically, something terrible did happen. To me.
I tell myself to focus on the broadcast. There’s only a couple of hours
left. Afterward, I can throw something, tear up Kit’s clothes, sell his Gold
Glove Award on eBay. But in the meantime…Grin and bear it.
We have a new set today. The NBC designers have been working on it
for months. The Good Morning New York backdrop has been changed from
yellow to bright orange and we no longer have chairs, just a curved white
couch that’s supposed to make it look like you’re in our living room instead
of a studio in Manhattan. The table is Lucite, so we actually have to wear
something presentable from the waist down, not our pajama bottoms.
The massive arrangement of fresh flowers is a nice touch, and under
ordinary circumstances I would appreciate how the orange hue of the lilies
is a perfect match to the backdrop.
I’m sure some high-paid consultant told station executives that we could
up our ratings if the set looked more like a high-end hotel lobby than an
actual newsroom. Next week, they’ll hire another consultant who will tell
them train cars are trending and the set will be reconstructed to look like
Murder on the Orient Express.
Roy is at the weather map. Another hot and sticky day in New York.
The biggest thing I miss about San Francisco, besides my family of
course, is the cool, foggy summers. Here, I have to scrape off my makeup
and reapply new as soon as I get from the car to Rockefeller Plaza. If it
wasn’t for the fact that someone might recognize me—even at the ass crack
of four—I would show up sans makeup and turn my face over to Cindy, my
stylist.
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