Death of a Blue Movie Star (Rune 2)

Rune thought about those words, thought about disagreeing with her but said, "That's about it."

"Why me?"

"Just a coincidence really. One of your pictures was playing when the bomb went off."

Shelly nodded slowly, and Rune found herself staring at her. Nicole was scrunching her broad, shiny face at the mention of the explosion and the deaths in the theater, closing her eyes, practically crossing herself, while Shelly was simply listening, leaning against a column, her arms crossed.

Rune's thoughts were muddled. Under Shelly's gaze she felt young and silly, a child being indulged.

Nicole took a package of sugar-free gum from her pocket, unwrapped a stick and began to chew. Rune said, "Anyway, that's what I want to do."

Shelly said, "You know anything about the adult-film business?"

"I used to work for a video store. My boss said the adult films gave us the best margin."

She was proud of herself for that, saying something about business. Margin. A mature way to talk about fuck films.

"There's money to be made," Shelly said. Hers were eyes that sent out a direct light. Pale blue laser beam. They were intense at the moment but Rune sensed they were switch-able--that Shelly could choose in an instant to be probing or angry or vindictive by a slight touch to the nerves. Rune assessed too that her eyes wouldn't dance with humor and there was a lot they chose not to say. She wanted to start her documentary with the camera on Shelly's eyes.

The actress said nothing, glanced at Nicole, who chewed her gum enthusiastically.

"Do you two, like, perform together?" Rune blushed fiery red.

The actresses shared a glance, then laughed.

"I mean ...," Rune began.

"Do we work together?" Nicole filled in.

"Sometimes," Shelly said.

"We're roommates too," Nicole said.

Rune glanced at the iron pillars and tin ceiling. "This is an interesting place. This studio."

"It used to be a shirtwaist factory."

"Yeah? What's that?" Nicole asked.

"A woman's blouse," Shelly said, not looking down from the ceiling.

Shelly is tall and she isn't a stunning beauty. Her presence comes from her figure (and eyes!). Her cheekbones are low. She has skin the consistency and the pale shade of a summer overcast. "How did I get into the business? I was raped when I was twelve. My uncle molested me. I'm a heroin addict--don't I cover it up well? I was kidnaped by migrant workers in Michigan...."

Nicole lit a cigarette. She kept working on the gum too.

Shelly looked down from the tin panels at Rune. "So this would be a documentary?"

Rune said, "Like on PBS."

Nicole said, "Somebody wanted me to do one once, this guy. A documentary. But you know what he really wanted."

Shelly asked, "Still hot out?"

"Boiling."

Nicole gave a faint laugh, though Rune had no idea what she was thinking of.

Shelly walked to a spot where cold air cascaded on the floor. She turned and examined Rune. "You seem enthusiastic. More enthusiastic than talented. Excuse me. That's just my opinion. Well, about your film--I want to think about it. Let me know where I can get in touch with you."