We agreed not to tell anyone. I wanted to tell you so many times. I was so afraid youd leave. I dont know what Id do if you left me&hellip,. No tears ...ell. I made no sound. I didnt move. I didnt blink. I had stopped breathing. Somehow deep down Id known, but to finally hear the truth was more than I could handle. My best friend and my husband&hellip,. How could they? And also, who was I to judge? No, I had every right to judge! I never touched her man, I never would have. That bitch! I wanted. His weekends were still asbusy as ever, but the hidden benefits were more than adequate. Ifnothing else, it had provided numerous playdates for Angie, theproverbial blessing in disguise from Brad's viewpoint.The air was crisp and still as they made their way through MemorialGardens. They were cutting through the Wildlands, a low, rolling pineglade riddled with bike tracks and mystery walks.Most Saturday mornings, the Playground was overrun by hordes of yowlingchildren. Brad could hear their. “Probably about double or even triple and then if you worked with multiples in the same scene your pay can move be up from there. The more you are willing to do on film the more you make, very simple.”The next time will be in a studio with a few more folks walking about the director informed us. We would begin shooting the day after tomorrow. They left and Sharyn and I to ourselves.I asked her what she thought and she felt she could do what they asked of her for now. She also reminded me why we. All of them had brought something to contribute to the meal. Most of them brought children too. Four of the girls, daughters of women named Virginia and Mable, were sixteen or seventeen, the same ages as Mirriam’s younger daughters. One of the women was one of Mirriam’s daughters - her oldest - and two of the children were hers - one a year and a half old, the other still at her breast.Jill had her son, Steven, with her, who was the same age as Mary’s older boy. Christy had a little girl with.