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you can be all mousy if you want, but as soon as the right guy get up in you, it’s a wrap. And the quiet ones are the worse ones for that.”
    He said, “Tracy knows it. That’s why she had me out here with you in the first place.”
    I said, “Well, thanks for your vote of confidence in me, cousin,” and I walked away from his ass to leave him standing there.
    Jason had nothing to say for a change.
    *  *  *
    Over the next few days, Tracy invited me out to the movie set in a chauffeured limo to serve as one of her “personal assistants.” She didn’t work me too hard though. She mainly had me watching the process of her other assistants. They were mostly young white girls. It seemed like everyone out there but Tracy was white. I don’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
    â€œYou need any more water?”
    â€œYou want me to get that?”
    â€œIs that cold enough for you?”
    â€œYou need to make a phone call?”
    I was unnerved by it all. I mean, I had seen the catering to the stars process on TV and in the movies, but to see it up close was really something. I don’t know if I had what it took to work for someone like that. Or least not by my own free will.
    â€œHave you made amends with your mother yet?” Tracy asked me. I guess she was trying to see when she could expect to send me back home.
    â€œNo,” I answered. I had talked to my sisters, but my mother refused to have any words for me.
    â€œSo, she’s not even accepting your phone calls now?” my cousin assumed.
    â€œThat’s what it looks like.”
    I felt like I was in the middle of a bridge. Tracy had invited me out to her world, but she still was not inviting me all the way in. She was leaving the door wide open for me to return. I couldn’t blame her though. Like she said, she hadn’t had any children, so it was hard for her to accept me barging in on her life. Nevertheless, she had invited me there.
    Tracy finally broke down and asked me, “Vanessa, what would you do in my position?”
    I guess we were reading each other correctly. We were both in deep thought about our dilemma.
    I answered, “I’d give my little cousin a chance to prove herself.”
    What else could I say? I believed in myself and I wasn’t planning on turning back.
    I said, “I realize that everybody may not get an opportunity to really do something in life, but I feel like you’re able to give me that opportunity.”
    â€œGive you the opportunity to do what, Vanessa? To act?”
    I shook my head and said, “No, but just to be in the middle of things, where I can make up my mind on which way to go and where I really want to be. And it’s not in Philly right now.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with Philly? They have the neo-soul movement popping right now. The new Sixers . . .”
    I cut her off and said, “But you’re not there because you realized that you had to make things happen elsewhere. Sometimes it’s just better to leave home.”
    I had Tracy stumped for a second.
    She finally said, “We’ll see.” She wasn’t going to make it easy for me.
    *  *  *
    By the time August rolled around, I was on solo missions of my own, finding my way around L.A., and Tracy was nearly done filming her second movie. Her next project was already lined up, writing For the Love of Money, the sequel to Flyy Girl.
    She began to talk about the process of interviews with author Omar Tyree, who was supposed to fly out to L.A. to ask her a thousand questions about the next phase of her life. After Tracy’s adolescence and teen years had been published to huge success, she and Omar planned to team up for more of the same.
    I still had not been able to rectify the situation at home with my mother, so it looked more and more like I would either be staying out in L.A. with Tracy, or returning to