Broken

Morning came slicing through the window and stirred me out of my slumber. I had a restful sleep for the first night since I'd been there. I got up and took a cold shower and then got to work.

The weeks passed without incident. Betty never returned, no windows shattered, there weren't even any more windstorms. I revised the script through early November and had it ready to film. But I was still contemplating the ending of the film. It wasn't set in stone.

But at least life wasn't imitating art.

I'd broken the chain. Young blondes could sleep easy.