Savannah’s youngest daughter, Sierra, was watching a sports telecast on TV. Goodness, the more I look at her, the more I’m seeing mom’s old pictures of Savannah herself when she was younger.
“Sierra refuses to wear a dress,” Savannah tells me, “and I can’t tell her anything because I was the same way.”
Savannah said that at Sierra’s request she enrolled her in scouting classes at Alpine School.
We walked inside the kitchen. The pecking order is still the same, she goes first and I follow behind. It’s been that way since we were young and it’s not going to change now, lol.
So anyway, we’re having hamburgers Aubrey cooked, right, and there’s a woman there named Gabriella Ornales. Apparently she’s a friend of Andy and Savannah.
Anyway, I decided to bounce my screenplay ideas off at the table.
“Really, Bassy? You’re writing a screenplay?” Savannah squealed. “What’s it about?”
Just then Sage decided to join us. She wore a floor-length pink skirt with a flared vest.
“It’s about this movie star, right, he’s the son of a composer, he wants to be a composer too but he’s afraid of stepping into his dad’s shadow … anyway, he has these three women in his life …”
“Hold it, Bassy, wait a minute… three women?” yelled Savannah.
“Is it always like this at your dinners?” laughed Gabriella.
“Pretty much,” Andy laughed back, “you should see when her parents join us.”
“His co-star, his childhood sweetheart and his mom.” Sage and Sierra hung on every syllable I uttered while Gabriella put up the trays.
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