"When was the last time you saw Screamer?" Paul asked.
Neely snorted and looked out of the window. "I haven't seen her since college."
"Not a word?"
"One letter, years back.Fancy stationery from some place in Hollywood. Said she was taking the place by storm. Said she'd be a lot more famous than I ever thought about being.Pretty nasty stuff. I didn't respond."
"She showed up for our ten-year reunion," Paul said."An actress, nothing but blond hair and legs, outfits that have never been seen around here.A pretty elaborate production. Name-dropping right and left, this producer, that director, a bunch of actors I'd never heard of. I got the impression she was spending more time in bed than in front of the camera."
"That's Screamer."
"You should know."
"How'd she look?"
"Tired."
"Any credits?"
"Quite a few, and they changed by the hour. We compared notes later, and no one had seen anything she said she'd been in. It was all a show.Typical Screamer. Except that now she's Tessa.Tessa Canyon."
"Tessa Canyon?"
"Yep."
"Sounds like a porn star."
"I think that's where she was headed."
"Poor girl."