“Just a few days.” I explain to him about being an extra and now being cast in a small part.
“Oh, that is most exciting,” he says. “Mummy must be thrilled.”
“Mummy doesn’t know, actually.”
“Doesn’t know?”
“I haven’t seen her. I’ve been staying out by the studios, and now I’m in a hotel in Juhu Beach.”
“Juhu Beach. Very classy,” Mukesh says. “But you haven’t seen Mummy since you came back from Rajasthan? I thought she picked you up at the airport.”
“Change of plans.”
“Oh. I see.” There’s a pause. “When do you want to leave?”
“I’m supposed to start shooting on Monday, and it’s meant to take three days.”
>I stop. And it’s like the effects of the hash have worn off, taking my anger—or my bravery—with them.
“The reason I would need to know,” she says, her voice measured, infuriatingly so, “is so I would know not to come to the airport this time to pick you up.”
After she hangs up, I turn my phone over. I see the half dozen missed calls, the Where are you? texts.
Another missed connection. Story of my life these days.
Twenty-six
That night, we finish up at eight and pile into a rickety bus for an hour-long ride to a squat cement hotel where we’re put four to a room. I wind up with Nash and Tasha and Argin, another acolyte from their ashram. The three of them pass a joint around and tell repeating stories about reaching enlightenment. They offer the joint to me, but after the afternoon’s hash-fueled debacle with Yael, I don’t trust myself. Eventually, I fall asleep, but I’m woken up in the middle of the night to the enthusiastic squeaking of the bedframe. Nash and Tasha. Or maybe all three of them. It is extremely unpleasant—and it’s pathetic because I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.
The next day, on set, it’s more of the same. After I put on my suit, I see Prateek for half a second before he dashes off. “Must find more people,” he calls to me. “Three left yesterday. I need four today!” Neema evil-eyes me. The assistant director snaps another picture. They really are serious about the suit.
Late that afternoon Prateek returns with new recruits, including a leggy woman with reddish hair streaked through with pink.
“Jules!” Nash and Tasha scream when she arrives. They all hug and dance in a small circle and then Tasha waves me over.
“Jules,” she says. “This is Willem. We’ve decided he’s perfect for you.”
“Oh have you?” Jules rolls her eyes a bit. She is tall, not quite as tall as me, but nearly. “I’m Jules, but apparently you already know that,” she says.
“I’m Willem.”
“I like your suit, Willem.”
“You should. It’s a very special suit. So special they keep snapping my picture to make sure I don’t mess it up.”
“Clearly you’re a man who knows his way around a closet. I’m supposed to get into wardrobe. Show me where to go?”
“Glad to.”
She links an arm around mine as we walk to the racks. “So you met Nash and Tash, I see?”
“I had the pleasure of spending the night with them.”
She makes a face. “They had sex, didn’t they?”
I nod.
She shakes her head. “My condolences.”