Chapter Three
WAY #22: Be careful with your money.
Having a single household almost always translates into having a single income. For some people, making sound financial decisions comes naturally. For others, it's a challenge . Know your economic thresholds and take responsibility for living within your means.
—from 101 Ways to Cheat at Solitaire
He still going to FAO Schwarz?" the driver’ asked.
Julia and Lance looked at each other. Before Julia could respond, Lance said, "Wherever you're going is fine with me. I don't have any place I need to be." "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Lance said. "Go on," he said to the driver, then turned to Julia and eyed the toy advertisement in her hands. "Your kids must be crazy about you."
"Oh." Julia glanced at the laser-printed page. "No. I don't have kids. It's my niece's birthday."
"Oh, that makes more sense. That looks about right for an aunt."
"True." She laughed, and Lance thought he'd never seen a face so pure. After three years of looking at artificial lips and eyes and br**sts, he felt like he was seeing genuine features for the very first time. "It's my job to spoil them," Julia admitted.
"I'm Lance Collins, out-of-work actor," he said and offered his hand. "Thanks for the lift."
Julia reciprocated. "I'm Julia James, person who buys the love of children."
Lance laughed and said, "No harm in that."
"So what happened back there? Who was he?"
Lance opened his mouth to reply, but Julia quickly waved her hand. "No. Never mind. That's none of my business."
"That's okay," Lance said. "That was my agent. He . . . well . . . we're experiencing creative differences."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Don't be. You did your part."
When the taxi stopped, Julia handed the driver some money and told him to keep the change. She and Lance slid out of the backseat of the car, and Julia extended her hand again and said, "It was nice meeting you. Good luck."
"You, too," he told her. Then, instead of hopping back into the cab, he began walking down the wet sidewalk through the still-heavy drizzle. Julia stood in the plaza in front of the store's main entrance and watched him. What if he's suicidal? she thought to herself. What if he walks in front of a bus? Julia imagined waking up the next morning to a headline about a depressed, out-of-work actor who'd thrown himself on the subway's third rail. If that happened, she'd never forgive herself.
Then she looked through the glass storefront at a busy, public place filled with stuffed things and snappy music. "Do you want to come shopping?" she found herself calling after him. "Toys? Games? Lots of happy childhood memories? It might cheer you up." Lance looked back at her.
Then, with the exuberance of a child, he said, "Cool," and led the way inside. As they stopped to admire a towering display, they didn't see Richard Stone staring at them through the window, hands cupped around his eyes.
"Oh, this is honey!" Richard muttered, then began dialing his cell phone. "Tammydonotputmeonhold!" he yelled. "Listen very carefully, and do exactly what I say."
Lance hadn't been able to see over the pile of toys in his arms for several aisles. Bright colors bore down all around them, and in the distance, the sounds of children playing superhero filled the air. He couldn't imagine that there was something in the store Julia hadn't bought yet, but they kept walking.
"All of this is for your niece?" he asked.
"I have a niece and a newborn nephew. Cassie is turning five on Saturday."
Her high heels tapped out a steady beat on the tile, and Lance marched dutifully behind, kind of enjoying the balancing act he was performing with an Etch A Sketch that teetered on top of the pile. "I hate to disappoint you," he said, "but some of these seem a little advanced for a five-year-old."
"You don't know Cassie. She's five going on forty."
"Ah"—he nodded—"one of those."
"Yes," Julia said, tucking more boxes beneath her arms.