The organizing, Carly had come to learn, happened when Lauren was in her head, processing details, either emotional or logistical. Now, as they sat poolside, she hoped she could alleviate some of the perceived stress.

“I thought it might be fun to do a big Thanksgiving dinner here. I know I pushed for us to go out to a restaurant, but I get the feeling that it wasn’t your ideal way to spend the day.”

Lauren nodded. “I guess I’m a little old-fashioned that way, but I like sitting around a table with people you care about and sharing a meal.” She tucked one leg under her as her passion grew. “There were times when I couldn’t make it back home to have dinner with my family because I had a show to call either that afternoon or the following, and we’d put something together for just those of us in town, whoever happened to be working the show and wouldn’t see their family or friends.”

Carly nodded. “I love that idea. I think we should do just that. You can meet some of my friends, and of course, you’re welcome to invite anyone you’d like, though it might be a longer drive.”

Lauren thought on it. “Trip might come if we asked him.”

Carly looked back at the house. “Yes, he can stay here. And I know the perfect company with the absolute best catering.”

“No way,” Lauren said, aghast. “The point of Thanksgiving dinner is the meal prep, and I desperately want to watch you race around the kitchen with me in a cute little apron.” She looked skyward as if imagining a highly enjoyable daydream.

“Can the apron at least be designer?”

“I’m willing to compromise on this one detail for the sake of harmony.”

“Then consider it a done deal.”

The sound of a vibrating phone stole Carly’s attention. Lauren’s danced on the outdoor glass end table. “Yours.”

Lauren checked the readout and picked up the phone. “My agent,” she said, with a curious look to Carly. “Hi, Jim.” Carly looked on, impressed with how busy they’d managed to keep Lauren while she was in town. She imagined that they’d lined up yet another group of auditions. “Oh, just sitting by the pool, drinking a cup of joe.” A pause. “Yeah, I thought it went well. I’m glad they agreed.” Another pause. “Are you sure?” Carly sipped and listened, intrigued by whatever had pulled Lauren up short. “No. I’m just surprised…Okay, sure. We can talk about it later. Thanks for calling, Jim.” A pause. “Yes, all of that. I’ll wait to hear from you.”

Lauren clicked off the call but kept her gaze on the screen.

“What was that about?” Carly asked. “You seem confused.”

Lauren finally raised her eyes to Carly again, and her expression could only be described as regretful.