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Chris slumped.

"You're right, I guess; you always are."

If you call the cops, they'll treat you like a nut case."

"I know, I know." She sighed.

"The fame side of this business has never rested easy with me. I hate being recognized, having strangers come up to me and demand autographs or want their pictures taken with me."

"It's the price you pay, Sweets."

"It's too high a price. When I get the new house built and get some money in the bank, I'm going to back out of this business."

"Listen, you love what you do. You just have to come to terms with the same thing. I know a good shrink."

She spun around in her chair and face'd him.

"You think this is my problem? You think I somehow deserve to have this creep following me around and leaving notes in my mailbox? This is not some fantasy, Danny; it's happening, and what can a shrink do about that?"

"She could help you figure out how to handle it, that's what."

Chris stood up and glanced at her hair in the mirror.

"Enough of this; I've got to meet the security system guy at the new house in half an hour, and with traffic, I'll be lucky to make it."

"Boy, is that guy going to do a job on you today," Danny said.

"You'll buy the biggest alarm system in the world; you won't be able to get into your own house."

"Oh, shut up," she said, grabbing his hand.

"Come on, I'll walk you to your car." She led him out of the house to the little red Miata parked in her drive, then kissed him on the cheek.

"Dinner this weekend?"

"I've got a hot new fella to see on Saturday," he said.

"How about Sunday?"

"You're on. I'll take you out to Malibu and show you how the house is coming, then we'll have dinner at La Scala. Meet me here at seven?"

"Sounds good. You think you're going to feel any safer when you move to Malibu?"

"See you Sunday," she called over her shoulder.

She got into the Mercedes and headed for the freeway.

She drove fast, her new hairdo blowing in the wind.