Sleeping with Chloe (so to speak)

Did I get your attention…? Good! I apologize for my delay in posting, but just as I had finished writing a lovely post to you last night, as I was cutting and pasting it, I lost it. L I haaaate that. So this is basically what it had said:  

Sleeping over at Chloe’s one night soon turned into three. And on the fourth day, I finally said I had to go home, if only to grab some new clothes (I had been wearing various gym clothes I’d found in my trunk up until now). Chloe said she’d be happy to loan me some of her clothes, and started holding way-too-teensy clothes up to my not-as-teensy body.

 

She did find some of her old maternity clothes that fit me; yay (and I am only a size six, readers!)! So, with one of her ugly maternity frock-type-shirt/dresses on, I finally said I had to get home – my poor fish, Trixie, was probably starving by now. Chloe said she didn’t realize I had a fish (I didn’t, either, readers, but I had to have some alone time! Shh!).

 

I went home for a while and never loved my super-small studio as much; it seemed huge in comparison to Chloe and Dean’s mansion/hotel of a house, where Chloe barely stopped talking to me the last seventy-two hours or so. I mean, I know she is paying me twice what Dean had, and just to be her best friend (very little, yet so much, work required), but still. I had NO alone time around her. She doesn’t need me; she needs a live-in therapist. Again, this is for just you and I to know.

 

Finally, after about five texts from her, I returned to her house. She had come up with a “Spying on Dean” plan, saying “Here’s what we’re (“you’re”) going to do, Avery…” She then gave me a printout of Dean’s schedule, with a play-by-play of his entire day. When I asked her if she was sure that she wanted me to do this, go undercover to see if he was having an affair, she said there’s no questioning it. Apparently, she had called the studio the other night to see when he’d finish shooting, and a P.A. told her they’d wrapped hours ago, around 10 p.m. The next morning, she nonchalantly asked him how his night was; he said they went until about 2 a.m., too late to even make their post-shooting margaritas. (Why are cheats such bad liars, readers?!) I really felt for Chloe after she told me this. For a second, I thought he might be off doing some romantic thing for her… but from 10 p.m. ‘til 2 a.m.?! Hmm…

 

Chloe wanted me to check-in with the set P.A. later that night, under the guise of her having a surprise for Dean, so I need to know when they’ll be wrapping. I was to do this every day, for a week, or two, however long it would take. The more nights Dean lied about finishing on set at one time, and coming home at another, the more Chloe built her case.

 

Six days into this project, Dean had lied about his whereabouts six times. Poor Chloe… but she didn’t want “our” project to stop there…