Interview #1

"I read those tattle-tale magazines and it makes me sick. Sick! Why am I suppose to be interested in that? Tell me? Do you know?" She shakes her head. "I didn't think so. And, it isn't as if I wanted all the attention, but now that I have it, I can't imagine why stuff like this..." She holds up a current copy of BlahBlah Weekly, showing a certain young starlet getting out of a fancy car, legs askew. "Ends up plaster all over page six." She sighs heavily, tossing the magazine on the floor. "I'm through with it...through with it!"

"How old is your daughter again?"

Her face changes direction, showing her awarding winning smile, as I mention her newborn.

"Light of my life." She nods. "That's right. Light of my life. She came out of my womb and I felt complete for once in my life. Fully and utterly complete!"

Who uses the word 'womb' anymore? "Why did you choose the name Messiah Ray?"

Her face changes into what might be considered thoughtfulness, but after twenty or so injections, one can't be sure. She shakes her head. "I can't talk anymore about my sweet child. I told you, my private life is not up for nabs."

"Is that why you promised an exclusive on your delivery room moments to BlahBlah Weekly?"

We both look down at the floor, where the magazine mocks us.

She looks up at me, and her lips purse. "Who do you work for again?"