Up close and personal: a day with Sandy - 2.

Another tight schedule, so I slide behind the wheel and point the car toward the set. RudeBoy is already rolling, Bridgett has her brushes out, and Peaches waits on a couch in the corner. I drop down beside her. She leans in, voice low, talking about this new thing she’s been cooking up. The story pulls me in, but the clock doesn’t care. I’m already on my feet again, moving before the thought has a chance to settle.