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“So who’s pertinent this season?” Ryan asked.
“Everyone on Falcon Crest, darling. We’re up here to watch the exte-
rior shoot for their third season. When we talk Falcon Crest, my love, we’re
talking major soap-series hit. I just adore shoots on location.”
“January means,” Kweenie said, “she’s fucking one of the crew.”
“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie,” January said to Kweenie, “must you tell
everything you know?”
“Why not?” Kweenie said. “You do.”
“Maggie?” Ryan stared at Kweenie.
“A new rad name for a truly radical new Margaret Mary,” January
said.” You remember her real name. My little protégé!” She turned to
Ryan. “I keep Maggie around to keep me real!”
“She’s not doing her job.”
“Actually,” Kweenie said, “I’m January’s production assistant.”
“What’s that mean?” Ryan was snide. “You change the sheets?”
“Be tacky, darling,” January said. “It shows you’re getting your sense
of humor back.”
“What do you mean back?”
“I mean after Kick...and your famous nervous breakdown...and all.
You were so depressed. It was depressing.”
Ryan looked at me and threw up his hands. We walked from the
Mercedes up the drive, past the barn, to the house. January was bursting
with chat.
“Is that the place?” January pointed at the barn. “The place where
Thom hanged himself?”
“I love your tact,” Ryan said. “What do you care?”
“I care, darling, because I’m scouting locations. I’m here to option
Killing Time till Armageddon for a made-for-cable movie.”
“I don’t believe this,” Ryan said.
“Believe it,” Kweenie said. “Kick told you he wanted the two of you
to be a story told around the world.”
They reached the house and sat on the deck.
“I own a piece,” January said, “of someone who owns a piece of Jon-
Erik Hexum. Jack—his friends call him Jack—is the hottest unexploited
property in Hollywood. He has a face and a body that come along once
in twenty years. He’s straight. He even has a voice.” She motioned for
Kweenie to hand Ryan a color publicity still of Hexum stripped to the
waist. “Look at those eyes. He’s more than a piece of meat.”
Ryan was impressed. “So far I like it,” he teased. “Hexum’s a hunk.
He can play me. Who’s going to play Kick? Arnold Schwarzembalmer?”

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