"Tell me everything!" Gesine demands before Sandra has even walked through the door of her Beachwood Canyon home.
Sandra shrugs. "It was fine," she offers, as she begins to sort through some junk mail.
Gesine stomps her feet, transforming herself into that obstinate four-year old to Sandra's eight, ready to tell mom that her sister won't play with her.
Sandra guffaws.
Gesine grabs her by the elbow and pulls her over to their round dining table. "Sit! Spill it."
"He's shorter than I'd expected. Still has most of his hair." Sandra continues to thumb through her mail.
"He's shorter than... Most of his hair? Isn't he like late 20s?"
Sandra smirks.
"Sandy! Ugh, stoooppp!! Come on, don't mess with me. I walked your dogs, you describe every second. We had a deal."
"Alright, alright, alright," she feigns acceptance, but so enjoys torturing her sister. "He's nice, if you like the tall, dark and handsome type, I guess."
Gesine swats her sister's hand and glares.
A couple of years ago, Sandra and Gesine saw Point Break in the theater. Five times, if anyone was counting. They had regular debates about Team Keanu vs Team Patrick Swayze, his co-star. Gesine fell firmly into the Keanu camp while Sandra was wishy-washy, but what else is new? She'd always had a hard time committing to anything, from a lipgloss shade to a name for her truck, and yes, this includes preferred Hollywood "heartthrobs". The greatest mystery of her life thus far was how she'd remained in her current relationship for so long. Secretly, her family suspected her boyfriend's back-to-back projects and out-of-town press junkets might be related. Sandra felt most at ease an arm's length away.
"Okay. He's tall, like I said. He seems cool, respectful. He spent a lot of time pushing his hair off of his face. Ridiculously shiny hair, by the way," she rolls her eyes, "On what planet does it seem fair for a guy to have hair like that?"
"He's so beautiful," Gesine purrs.
"Really smooth skin, too..." Sandra stares off for a moment.
Gesine shoots her sister a look. "Smooth skin. Smooth skin and shiny hair?" She laughs. "You think he's ho-ot! I knew it! I was right. Team Keanu!"
Sandra sneers. "I never said he wasn't good-looking. I don't know, I haven't seen the dude dance yet so we'll just have to wait and see. Patrick is still up there," she winks.
Gesine is incredulous, but continues, "Whatever. How'd it go?"
Sandra cringes, holding her head with her hands. "I...I accused him of grabbing my ass."
"You did what?!?"
"It slipped out. We had to roll around on the floor in front of everybody and, you know how I am if something is uncomfortable. I turn into Roseanne Barr or something."
"Sandy, you've been on so many of these auditions. What was so uncomfortable?"
"Look, in my defense, it was really funny. You shoulda seen his face for a minute." Seeing her sister's mouth fall agape, she quickly continues. "Stop worrying. He laughed, it's fine." Did I blow it? Sandra wonders, thinking of the leggy blonde that walked in before her.
Gesine hands Sandra a beer as she puts Notorious, her favorite movie, in the VCR. "I want that," she sighs, pointing to a black and white Cary Grant embracing Ingrid Bergman.
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