Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Fifty Three

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MEG's POV

"Have you spoken to him at all, Meg?" Alice asks me. It's early in the morning, one week in to our shoot but I swear I heard the producers telling us we're almost done with our work here. Well, for them.

When we're back in London, it's the post production department that's gonna get busy. Point is, we're heading back to London soon.

"No, I haven't." I answer Alice's question. It's half true. We've only spoken about general things but nothing personal since that conversation about Seth's probation.

"Meg!" Alice snaps at me. I look at her and see her roll her eyes at me.

"We're both stubborn, all right?" I tell her. "Besides its not something you can fix through a phone call. We'll work it out. We always do."

As the the last words escaped my mouth, it felt odd. A part of me is saying it's real but another part is telling I'm only saying that to make myself feel better. It's not a big fight between us but it's probably got a massive misunderstanding. Yeah, that's usually the start of our silence.

"What do your children say about this?" She asks me. I shrug. As far as I know, they're clueless. Well, half of them are. Summer and Seth don't care about any of this at all. Blaine and Louise on the other hand probably eavesdropping on our 2 minute conversation every other day.

"They don't bring it up, thankfully." I tell her, drinking my coffee.

"Of course they don't, they wouldn't want to sound like they're intruding." She tells me before glancing at her watch. "It's a quarter to six. You want to shower first?" She asks me.

I shake my head. "It's fine. You go first." I tell her. She smiles at me before standing up and going back in our trailer.

Constantly I'd look at my phone. I don't know what I'm hoping or waiting for but I kept doing it since our fight over the phone. Do I expect he'd call me first or... What? I couldn't even answer myself. Question is why do I expect he'd call me first?

Listen to me, I sound like a desperate 16 year old.

In an attempt to stop overthinking, I got up and went back in the trailer. The other two women are ready for the day as they've probably been awake while Alice and I were outside. They're already heading out when I entered so that left me alone in the trailer. To busy myself, I fixed my bag and my little bed to keep my mind off home for a while.

When Alice finished up in the shower, I didn't take another second pass before I stepped in. I've never been able to take a good shower because the bathroom trailer is too small. And I'd often hear the producers knocking on our door telling us to hurry up.

Once I'm done, I dry myself and put on my clothes. Just leggings, a massive sweater and winter boots. Then I tie my hair in a ponytail before Alice and I head out to the set.

As we got closer to the tent, the crew are setting up and there seems to be a discussion in the tent. "What's going on in there?" I ask one of the crew members setting up the camera.

"Post production discussion... Sounds important. You might want to join them." He tells me as he tightens the bolts on the contraption.

Alice and I enter the tent and find most of the post production people but when we got there, most of them are already leaving. The two of us looked at each other confusedly as we approached David, our producer in charge.

"David," I call out. He turns around and smiles at me. "What happened? We weren't able to make it in the discussion..." I tell him.

"Oh!" He beams in delight. "Yes, of course... I just announced to the post crew we're heading back to London in the morning- yeah we are - to start on the clips. After all, they don't seem to need us here. Best we be where we ought to be, am I right, Megan?" He nudges my shoulder with a smile on his face.