Chapter 8

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In a nearby cafe was already two men. They discussed, comparing a pictures with each other. One of them featured a photograph of Saul Leiter, which was presented to the man. Photo was taken through the glass of store site. It was winter, so glass vapoured by the interior heating. Next to the photographs on the table we can see also some pictures. Mainly Edward Hooper - "Automat" and "New York Movie".

Their conversation stopped by a silent, feminine laugh.

-Sorry, gentelman that you had to wait for us. - Cate said with an Australian accent, still with a laugh in her voice. -We discussed with Rooney to the middle of the night. - she added hanging her coat in nearby wooden hanger. She looked at green eyes of a girl, standing next to her. She had a red cheeks, probably by the freeze air. Rooney quickly took off her coat and sat down next to Todd. Cate took place next to Ed Lachmann.

-Well... That's that. - added blonde. -It's about this you want to talked with us? - she asked. Her blue eyes stopped at the photos scattered on the table. Cate caught one of them. -I like this one.

Silence.

Director looked carefully on both women. He could not hide his pride. He knew perfectly well that in these roles - they will be just perfect.

-Wow! I noticed that between you two is this magical chemistry. I couldn't make a mistake! We wanted - with Ed - to talk with you about the visual concept of the film. But first some information. - he stopped, sipping coffee and after a moment, he added. -Tomorrow has come Sandy Powell together with her people. The next day, will be the rest of the cast and team. First cold rehearsal will be in the evening, and then we get to work. For everyone I've already prepared some schedules. - Todd said and took out them from the folder.

All four focused on the conversation. Ed talked about the camera, which will give the effect of grain. A 16 mm model.

Rooney stared at pictures on the table. She heard a low, Australian accent, which a few hours earlier, begged her for more. She felt like her stomach squeezes. For a moment she apologised them and went to order coffee. Her heart was beating madly. She tried to focus on what they said. The main subject was very important. Rooney knew after "Far From Heaven", that Todd certainly did a visual beautifully film. When she noticed that the photos will be doing - Ed Lachmann she was unable to hide her happiness before Charlie. Her thoughts circled around that night. Her green gaze focused on Cate, her gestures and blue eyes. Her husky tone of voice was like music.

-For you, Lady? - overheard resonant voice that beckoned her to the ground.

-Two cup of cappuccino, please To that table. - she said quickly, paid and sighed loudly. Rooney, I beg you - just focus! -she thought and went back into her place.

-Cate, you look delightfully today - added Ed, looking at her.

-Thank you. It's probably merit by a long conversation with Patricia. - Cate replied, winking to her significantly. - You know, that woman chatting.

Rooney hearing this, blushed immediately.

-I ordered for you a coffee. - she gasped and sat up quickly next to Todd. She felt abashment. She just quickly lowered her gaze onto the table and started to sort photos by tone of color and the similarities. She did not expect that night captivate her so quickly. The argument that "it's only a childish crushed" disappeared somewhere far away. For her, everything has changed.

Maybe Cate was motivated by hedonism. All-encompassing desire, loneliness, a variety of adversities, which had to face everyday. Travel, theatre, film, kids, house...Her husband's alcoholism. It was hard to comprehend it all and pick up together. Cate is certainly a strong woman,hard walking on the ground. But her tears. Cate can't pretend yesterday by her. Cate was herself. She was tired of constant stress. She was tired of the lack of fight from her husband. She missed children. Her marriage was hell. And somewhere in all of this was a new project. It was the movie and it was her. It was also - this night. And dawn. And morning. Incredibly soft Cate's skin and her lust.

Suddenly she stopped breathing and her heart stood for a moment, when she realized one thing.

Cate wanted her. Desire her! For each request of that night, in every breath- she was. She was unable to refuse her. The smell of Cate's skin work amazing on her. This desire for intimacy in her blue eyes. This shaking of her slim body...

Rooney recalled the moment when she felt her for the first time. The moment in which - they were one. Quiet unconscious "wow"- came out of her mouth. After a while, she realized that she said it out loud, and her hands move on at one of the photos.

Quickly made your mind on the right track. - Rooney thought.

The waitress brought her ordered to the table.

-Do you like this picture, Rooney? - she heard a warm voice of Todd.

-Yes. A little as if you were an observer and entering in someone's life through a camera lens. If you infringe the privacy of these people. Sometimes the picture is enclosed in a frame, for example, through the car window or glass. - she responded quickly and sip a coffee.

-She is The True Therese. - Todd said with pride in the voice and hugged her tightly. -You not even know, how glad I am, that you accepted this role. I could not imagine any other person alongside Cate Blanchett. - he added.

Cate gaze to those green eyes. She took a blonde curl from her forehead and said low voice.

Voice shaking with emotions.

-You do not make a mistake, Todd. She is completely captivating.

Cate closed the door of her room and sighed deeply. All day were full to the brim. Rooney taught to play the piano. Ed, along with some of his assistant showed Patricia how to deal with an analog camera. They had an exercises of vocal emission together with Rooney . In the 1950s they talked in another way, different taking a breath.

Yes, she spent with Rooney some time alone, but today it was not too much.

When they part with each other. She can not be able to resist and kissed Rooney on the lips, pressing her tightly to her own body.

The silence in the room this time not opress her. In the end she need some time to rethinking everything.

This night. She not repented her, nor for a moment. She just liked that Patricia took the lead. She did not expect that is all could excitement her so much. She was embarrassed. She do not think that she could ever go to bed with a woman, being married and a mother of three children. She liked woman, but more emotionally. She could fall in love in emotionally way in the another woman. Anyway, she was brought up in the house, where there were two strong women - her mother and her grandmother.

As soon as she saw Rooney for the first time on screen she liked girls with a contract beauty. Green eyes with a cool gaze, black hair, porcelain skin.

"She looked like a fragile doll. "- Cate thought, smiling to herself. Her small, soft body. I liked her breasts. Laughter and tone of voice. Her fingers...

She remembered clearly, when she felt them for the first time. A shiver ran, through after her body, along the spinal column.

Cate run a bath and came to the mirror. She removed her makeup and took off her scarf from the neck. The reflection of the red marks on her neck was so clearly - the residue after a lustful night. Blonde woman took off her clothes and poured wine to glass.

Hot water on her skin. She definitely needs it.

It wasn't planned. She wanted only talk to Patricia first. From the beginning, she felt that she could tell her everything. She knew that Rooney is trustworthy and discreet. Business with her husband, weight heavily on her.

In Carol they need to play very emotionally. Have show infatuation and love. She do not want to pretend, that her life is so wonderful. Her eyes rested on bruises on her own body. How could he?

She remember perfectly well, how she went to a psychiatrist to talk about the progress of her husband on the therapy. Of course, she could not notice a details. Frequent departures didn't help her, but her mother have proved invaluable.

The joint forces was the picture of her husband. The outline of his behavior.

The diagnosis was just one - Othello syndrome.

She remembered clearly that when they worked together in the theater, or out to meet with somebody - their relationship was almost perfect. He shined in the company, praising his wonderful wife.

Sometimes his alcoholism will exacerbated. It did not help pouring alcohol or hiding it from him.

Obsession turned into a manic need of control her, which was almost unbearable. Phones, text messages with threatening and arguments. Rowing and strife once again. If she slept with someone, that surely someone with his close friends. He thought that her contacts with his close friends couldn't be only in the social way, but and only sexual.
He continuous check her. He search in her body any detail. Roughly enforce that she should admitted to guilt.

She did not tell him where she goes now. She was afraid that he could find her. She just prayed that someone has not released set-pictures with the location and place of shooting.
For mom and the kids she had a second phone number.

She couldn't live like that anymore. She drinks wine and she hid her face in her hands. Short-lived catharsis of my soul...

Her thoughts returned again to the young actress. She liked her. If between them could be born that feeling - she knew that her children will like it as well. Maybe a little harder they will understand it all, but . . .

She smiled to herself and she felt like her heart seizes on the same thought. If she wanted something new?

Rather not.

She wanted to feel that she is alive. She wanted to love someone. Love with the same response.

Her thoughts returned to the time ,when she was 10 years old. The last time when she saw her father.

Each of us are afraid of loss and loneliness. Everyone are afraid to come out of our own comfort zone and do something ,which could change the life of 180 degrees.

We just need a little bit of courage.

-I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid, Rooney. - Cate whispered softly.

Not afraid anymore.