Amanda spent the next few weeks with Alan in Dublin, meeting his co-stars
Emma Thompson, Hugh Grant, and Kate Hudson. She spent quite a while
exploring the house that was being used as his estate, Delaford, in the
movie, and often found herself the only jeans-clad person on set. Once Emma
and Kate showed her their dressing room, which was in fact complete with a
wardrobe of several elegant dresses that could be worn per day, and she was
even able to go shopping with them in the main street market of the city.
She wrote another letter to the Rickmaniacs that night, telling them all
about how Alan must be nearly as rich as his character at this point and
how positively smashing he looked in black.
Next she wrote to her parents in Virginia and her best friend, who still hadn't seen the light in her admiration of her only superior. She had described the wonderfully free life of a cast assistant to Jenny soon after she'd gotten the job, how she had basic run of the set and was basically only told what to do by Alan and the crew. She felt like an actress.
Soon after this Colonel Brandon died and Alan told Amanda it was most regretfully time to pack up and head back to England. Not long ago the two of them had bought neighboring apartments in London and she had just finished decorating hers before they'd left. She was happy to see her teal walls in her four-room complex, and she found she had even missed the countless hair products and makeup she'd stashed in her bathroom. She chuckled as she'd entered the small kitchen, realizing she hadn't actually cooked in it yet. But alas, she was so tired after all this that she collapsed into her bed and fell fast asleep, not bothering to reach for the phone on her bedside table until the last minute.
"Hello?" She said sleepily. "Hey, it's me.you settled in okay?" She smiled. "Yeah, Alan, I'm fine. You haven't got to worry about me, I'm twenty-four." He nodded on the other end, sitting at his kitchen table in an old T-shirt and Levi's. "I know. You told me you were never homecoming queen or president of Alpha Delta Omega. So I didn't figure you were at a total loss without your daddy's credit card and mommy's shampoo." She giggled, and his smile broadened. "Besides, who says only girls can call their best friends at midnight to check up on them when they miss them too much?" She made a mock move to hang up on him, then put the receiver back to her lips. "I'm really tired." "I can tell, so I'll let you go to bed. Not a bad idea, really, I'm starting to get those dreaded under-eye circles you always warn me about." But she was already asleep.
Next she wrote to her parents in Virginia and her best friend, who still hadn't seen the light in her admiration of her only superior. She had described the wonderfully free life of a cast assistant to Jenny soon after she'd gotten the job, how she had basic run of the set and was basically only told what to do by Alan and the crew. She felt like an actress.
Soon after this Colonel Brandon died and Alan told Amanda it was most regretfully time to pack up and head back to England. Not long ago the two of them had bought neighboring apartments in London and she had just finished decorating hers before they'd left. She was happy to see her teal walls in her four-room complex, and she found she had even missed the countless hair products and makeup she'd stashed in her bathroom. She chuckled as she'd entered the small kitchen, realizing she hadn't actually cooked in it yet. But alas, she was so tired after all this that she collapsed into her bed and fell fast asleep, not bothering to reach for the phone on her bedside table until the last minute.
"Hello?" She said sleepily. "Hey, it's me.you settled in okay?" She smiled. "Yeah, Alan, I'm fine. You haven't got to worry about me, I'm twenty-four." He nodded on the other end, sitting at his kitchen table in an old T-shirt and Levi's. "I know. You told me you were never homecoming queen or president of Alpha Delta Omega. So I didn't figure you were at a total loss without your daddy's credit card and mommy's shampoo." She giggled, and his smile broadened. "Besides, who says only girls can call their best friends at midnight to check up on them when they miss them too much?" She made a mock move to hang up on him, then put the receiver back to her lips. "I'm really tired." "I can tell, so I'll let you go to bed. Not a bad idea, really, I'm starting to get those dreaded under-eye circles you always warn me about." But she was already asleep.
