Chapter 4

“The point is, Fabian, now that you have no manand no job—”

“I have a job.”

“Working at a restaurant,” Pop said.

“You trained to be a nurse. An RN. You were almost finished when you quit. There wouldn’t be much you’d have to do to get started on it and finish it this time,” Mama pointed out. “With no boyfriend, no actingjob, and no real place to live, there’s nothing keeping you in Los Angeles. It’s time for you to move back home.”

“Back home?”

She nodded. “The room where you’re staying. We can get rid of all the exercise equipment. Your father isn’t using it anyway. We’ll turn it back into a room. A room for you. There’s a bathroom right next door. And, unlike that room you’re going to rent, we won’t charge you anything. It’s all for free.”

“Mama.”

“Just until you get settled and back on your feet. Then you can get your own place. Find a new boy here. It will all work out perfectly.”

I sighed. “I want to be an actor.”