Today I met Gabrielle at her loft and read her my draft.
She said it’s good but it might be too long as your voice was like, "dead by the
end." I promised her it was from the tail end of my cold. She asked me a lot of
questions about parts of the story that weren’t clear. She mused on particular parts
of the story that could be brought to life theatrically especially the part
about the inspector trying to sway me from pressing charges against the suspect.
Her husband Robert (former defense attorney), came home so she asked him to come into our meeting. She asked
him enact being the mock defense attorney and cross question me. He launched
right into a barrage of questions that left me stupefied and backed up against
a corner. Everyone agreed that we had to incorporate this somehow into the
piece. As we were wrapping up, Jonathan's girlfriend, Morgan, stopped by. She showed us a blue dress she
had found on sale for $20 bucks at Nordstrom rack. Gabrielle asked her if she
knew anyone in college who had been raped. She said she only knew one girl but
that she thought that a lot of women didn’t speak up about rape in college.
Then we talked about dogs. G told us about Kim, a police trained german
shepard that was given to her because Kim hated working with policeman.
G was walking Kim when a man in a car flashed a knife and exposed
himself to her. He told her that if she wanted to live, she knew what to do.
G said, "my dog will fucking kill you." Before she even had a chance to
command the dog, Kim had knashed right into the man’s leg and didn’t let go for
several blocks as the man tried to run away.
It's Fourth of July so I met
Chaela and her BF back at her BF’s parents place to watch the fireworks on the
rooftop. As they first started to spray over the Hudson river, I became
teary-eyed. I thought, holy shit Heather, you’re doing it. You’re like, an artist.
This is what you’ve always wanted to do and it’s happening. So be grateful to
yourself and everyone who had supported and believed in you along the way. Just
stop and take it all in.
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