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Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

            So, we walk along the sidewalk until we get to the studio doors.  Grandmother Time and my leaf-clad self.

            “Honey, just get in that line right there. I need to go find your mother.”

            “Why do you need to talk to my Mommy?” I asked, turning on my best teddy-bear voice. That voice I use with my mom when I’m about to get in trouble.

            “Well, honey, you tried to run away. I’m going to get your mom to see if she can make you less nervous.”

            “But you won’t find my mom. She’s not in the waiting room.”

            “Honey, where else would she be?”

            “In Melissa Grandt’s office.”

            “Why would she be there? To talk to Rachael and Ryan? They’re at the set today, you know.”

            “I know, because I rode with them. I’m Melissa Grandt’s daughter.”

            “Melissa’s daughter doesn’t ever come to the set.  You don’t even LOOK like Melissa’s daughter.”

            “But Ma’am, My name is Kylee Grandt. I promise.”

            “Honey, you’re not even old enough to be Melissa’s daughter.  Melissa’s daughter would be about fourteen.”

            “That’s how old I am.”

            “Oh, you little fourth graders with your wild imaginations! How cute!”

            Apparently Mom doesn’t talk about me much.

            “But Ma’am…”

            “Honey, just stay here. I’ll go and find Ms. Grandt so she can talk to you. Maybe then you’ll stop wishing she was your mom.”

            So, instead of arguing with Grandmother Time, I stood and waited in the 49 ½ mile long line, as about five people had left with their three year olds dressed as trees.

            “Kylee? What are you doing here?” Ryan asks as he walks up beside me.

            “According to Granny Time over there, I’m auditioning for a Tree on Sesame Street.”

            “But why would you do that when you’re on ‘Mandy!’?”

            “Because Grandmother Time pushed me in line. Now, I have to get to the set. And you do too. What are you doing here, anyway?”

            “When Gabe told me you didn’t follow him, and he didn’t see you anywhere you would normally be, then I came looking for you,” he said pulling out his cell phone, “I need to text him to tell him your okay.”

            “Well isn’t that sweet,” I said, astonished about how much he cared.

            He must want something.

            “I thought so,” he said, back to his old, cocky, self. “So, what do you say? Want to go to back to the set?”

            “Well, I would love to. But, the only problem is that I’m stuck here in line to audition for a tree.”