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"Done," Margo said. "Now read it as if the grandmother is not dying. Read it as if she's been waiting forty years to tell this so-called hero exactly what she thinks of him."

Elena had not survived this long by being gracious. She had survived by being necessary. So she took the sides—the script pages—and she went home to her condo in Sherman Oaks, where the walls were lined with posters of her own face from decades past. She poured a glass of Rioja, sat in the dark, and called the only other person who would understand. milfs mastur

"That," Margo whispered, "is a woman they would actually pay to see." "Done," Margo said