“Nothing. Just muttering to myself,” Dottie said.
Josie was just thankful that Bobby Valentine hadn’t heard Dottie’s comment concerning Courtney and her tendency to “hang around” this particular set. “Go on,” she urged.
“Well, as I was saying, we frequently have to shoot around Courtney. This isn’t at all an unusual situation. So if you ladies will just go on working in the background, I’d like to ask your boss here a few questions.”
“Great.”
“Fine.”
“Where do you want me to stand?”
Bobby Valentine smiled at Annette. “Right over there.” He pointed. “And you.” He nodded to Jill. “If you would just work right there. To the left of Josie? Great.”
“And where do you want me? Or are you afraid I’ll fill up the screen?” Dottie asked.
“I don’t suppose you could think of anything to do up on the ladder? It would add interest on another level. No? Well, then, maybe you can help that young lady… Ann-”
“Annette.”
“Great. Lovely name. Like one of the Mouseketeers, right? The one who was… well, Annette. If you would just act like you’re helping her hammer together that… uh, that beam or whatever it is.”
Josie didn’t know anything about television, but she sure didn’t want her crew looking as though they were wandering around unoccupied or aimless during the workday, so she intervened. “Dottie, you and Annette get rid of the window frames on that side of the house and start demoing the walls. Jill, if you could pull the wires and top off the pipes around the perimeter? Great!” Once everyone was occupied, she returned her attention to the producer. “So what do you want to ask me?”
“If you don’t mind, why don’t we do two separate interviews? The show isn’t completely blocked in and I’m not absolutely sure where these questions will be edited in.”
“Fine with me. Where do you want me to sit?”
“I don’t want you to sit. I want you to work and Courtney will come up to you, interrupt, and ask you some questions. Okay?”
“Sure. Do you want me to help them remove that wall?”
“No way. Our audience has been watching walls come down and go up for years and years. Let’s think of something interesting. Something unique about the house…”
“I could be doing something with that sculpture.”
“No. I don’t think so. How about the canoe? It’s coming down, right?”
“Yes, but not right now-”
“Hey, nothing is happening right now. It’s all fiction. But you climb up the ladder and look like you’re examining the… whatever is holding that canoe up there and I’ll walk up as though I’m Courtney. Okay?”
Josie knew why she didn’t want to do it, but she couldn’t think of a rational excuse not to, so she climbed up slowly and then even more slowly as she approached the top.
“Now, why don’t you just put your hand… not that hand! The other one! Don’t want to block that… uh, pretty… face! Okay! Okay! Just hold that position! How does she look?”
Josie jumped back. He knew Courtney was up there. “She… she…”
“The cameraman is trying to get your face in the picture.” The statement came from Dottie, and Josie suddenly realized that Bobby Valentine was talking about her, not Courtney. “Maybe I should tie back my hair?”
“No!”
“Didn’t you tell her? I thought that Henshaw kid… Chad… was supposed to tell everybody on the crew about their clothing!” The cameraman seemed distressed.
“I…” Annette was hesitant. “I… He told me and I told him… that is, I said I would explain to everyone else. I… Something happened and… I forgot.”
“Okay. I will repeat myself. Everybody listen to me. We will be taping six shows. While each of you may not appear in each show, you will all appear in more than one, probably half of them, maybe more. You must wear the same thing for each day of shooting-”
“We-”
“What?”
“Guess you don’t care how we smell, do you?”
“What’s the big deal? Just put your jeans and T-shirt in the washer when you get home each night and-”
Josie was momentarily distracted. “Most of us don’t live in houses with a washer and dryer in the basement.” (She had a fleeting vision of the laundry room in her parents’ basement. Like the rest of the house, it was color-coordinated; in this case turquoise, cream, and yellow.) “And even if we did, we work hard. Going home to do laundry is not exactly restful.”
“Besides, we didn’t know we were going to be seen in what we showed up in today for the entire series,” Annette protested.
“Look, just try to wear something similar. Maybe we can make an exception with this series-after all, we all know how ladies are about their clothing.” He looked up at four scowling women. “Uh, let’s get going. Don’t be afraid to really get into your work.”
The hammering became louder. Josie knew that when those windows were pulled the sound would be deafening, but Bobby Valentine continued to give directions.
“I will walk in with the cameraman following me. The camera will pan the room-quickly-and then up the rungs of the ladder to where Josie is working.” He turned all his attention on her. “I’ll call out a loud hello and we’ll take it from there. Okay?”
“I… uh… what if I say something stupid?”
“Not to worry. In the first place, you’re a smart cookie and you won’t. In the second place, nothing goes out unedited. Ready?”
“Yeah. I guess.” She wasn’t, but her nervousness about being on television was competing with the horror of being so near Courtney’s body. She had to get down off this ladder as quickly as possible.
“Okay. Take one. Panning. Panning. Panning. Panning. Hi, Josie!”
“Hi, Bo… Mr… Shit. You wanted me to say hello to Courtney, didn’t you?”
“Sure didn’t want you to say hello to Mr. Shit.”
“Yeah. Sorry. Can we do that again? Take two?” she asked, inspired.
“Yeah, as Ms. Pigeon says, take two. Everyone’s a producer these days. We’ll start with the hello.
“Hello, Josie!”
She looked down at him and grinned. “Hello, Courtney… Miss Castle… Is it all right if I call her Courtney?”
“Everyone else in America does, why not you? Take three. Hello, Ms. Pigeon.”
“Hello, Courtney.” Josie found herself grinning foolishly down into the large lens of a video camera.
“Josie Pigeon is the founder, owner, and head carpenter at Island Contracting- What’s that, Josie?”
“I said not founder. It was founded by Noel Roberts. He died and left the company to me.”
“Well, I guess he was a real friend, wasn’t he? So, Josie, why don’t you tell us a bit about this house you’re working on today? That canoe is an interesting thing to hang from the ceiling. Is it decoration or is something hiding in there? What was that?”
“Sounds like a window coming out of a wall-the easy way, Courtney.” She was particularly proud of herself for remembering to speak to the dead woman, but she was having a difficult time not glancing over at the body. Then she had an inspiration. “You know, Courtney, this canoe is going to hang in the house after it’s remodeled. Except for the sculpture by the fireplace, pretty much everything else is going to change. Maybe you’d like to see the blueprints?”
“Cut. Josie, Courtney is the one who decides in what direction the conversation is going. Just respond to her questions, please.”
“Oh, of course.”
“So is this canoe going to hang in the house once it’s remodeled?”
“Yes.”
“And is it the only original decoration that will remain?”
“Well, there’s a sculpture next to the fireplace. It was created by a famous artist and will be in the new living room as well.”
“Maybe you could come down from there and we could look at the blueprints for this project?”