The Plan

Chapter 11

The Lear was already out of the hangar when Elizabeth pulled her Ghia through the gates that were manned by a field attendant.

"I still think you should stick around," she scolded Ryan. "Just 'cause Marty Lanier didn't like the rough cut doesn't mean you can't get an order. What am I supposed to tell Freddie Fredrickson when he calls?"

Fredrickson was the president of the TV Division at Universal. He and Ryan had been allies until the roof caved in on Ryan's career and now Fred glowered at him like temporary office furniture.

"They're not gonna call. I'm dead, Elizabeth. They just haven't put the headstone up yet.* You know it, I know it.

She had parked in the heat by the side of the hangar.

"Look, Ryan, I got an offer from Mel Thomas. He's doing the new Judd Hirsch series. They want me to start next month. I told them I couldn't leave you, but. ."

"Liz, take the job," he instructed her. "We shouldn't go down together."

"I feel like I'm deserting you."

"I deserted myself, hon. You gotta look out for yourself."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"You know how much I care for you?"

"Me, too. Take the job, Elizabeth. It'll make me feel better."

Lucinda was seated in the back of the plane, her feet up on the gray upholstered seat, as Ryan came aboard smiling.

"Hi," he said, waving at Milo, the pilot, and moving back to join her. She was wearing jeans and a work shirt; a blue blazer lay on the seat next to her. He moved her jacket and sat down.

"Where's Mickey?" he asked, looking around. "He has to stay over two more days."

She reached into her purse. "I got something for you," she said and pulled out a paperback book. The title was "Meeting the Shadow."

"You remembered."

"Yep."

"Look, about yesterday. . I think I came off sort of like a head case. I'm sorry. I don't want you to think I'm out of control."

"Vulnerability is more attractive than invincibility.' "Is it?"

"For me. Somebody who isn't afraid to show his weakness is always more interesting than some showboat with all the answers."

Soon they were in the air, heading out over the San Gabriel Mountains, leaving the L. A. nightmare behind.

Ryan looked at Lucinda, struck by her composure and beauty. He tried to see Mickey in her, but there was absolutely no family resemblance. Silence hung like a velvet curtain between them.

"So you're working on your doctorate," Ryan said, pushing it away. "What's it on?"

"Bereavement. Guess you know a little about that." "More than I need to, I think."

Suddenly he was very, very tired. Something about being here with Lucinda relaxed him. Within a short time, he fell asleep.

He awoke some time later and saw that she was looking at him. He turned his eyes away and thought, "God, could I be getting this lucky?"

The answer was waiting in New Haven.