Lilly In Hiding

Having never stayed in one city before for longer than ten weeks, Lilly had decided that the best plan was to go into hiding. For several weeks at the crack of dawn, which happened to be around 10 a.m. each morning she would drive to her new office, which happened to be the guru's garden in the Palisades. Here she would sit amid the pretty pink flowers as the Mexian builders played Mariachi music and yelled at each other whilst constructing the guru's new mansion at the back of his garden and then she would pee in the corner near the mint leaf plants, like a cat who was sick and wanted to go to sleep. All along Lilly asked herself if she had gone mad as the routine continued and each day she went to hide in her new Jardin.
Working in the morning meant sitting on the paving stones and the doormat leading into the guru's treatment room. Then when the sun moved, she would move to the terrace table and then when the builders left, she would swim. She would get home at 10 p.m. like a real person with an office and she would light her candles and stare at the ocean and then go to sleep.
The routine continued for several weeks until the Volcano errupted in Iceland and she wondered if she might be trapped in LaLaLand for several weeks more. But the pilot wasn't having it and so she and another 200 passengers were allowed to escape the madness and fly to the Riviera where she instantly felt more at home. It was the annual Cannes Film Festival and the prospect of spending ten days asking film stars banal question and hot-footing it from one party to the other felt much more real than life in the suburbs a la the Pacific Palisades. And so it was that after two nights in a 2 Star Hotel, her sanity was restored. The lady at the new Farmer's Market yelled at her the next morning for wanting too small a slice of pate and so she knew too that she was safely back home in Europe.
And then the next night, she put on her best dress, which as avid readers will know, is her Diane von Furstenburg Wonder Woman dress, which she wore this time without her gold sequined Converse boots, as she knew fine well that the mean men at the bottom of the red carpet in Cannes would not let her up the stairs wearing sneakers. At the top of the stairs in her Prada shoes, she met Cate Blanchett who admired her gold sequined bag from the thrist store on Main Street and gave her a great big smile.
And then she went to dinner at the pizza place with some film agents and talked to a man who was making a film about the life of Budhha and some book agents who had taken the train from London. She told them about her novel Sergeant Pepper. And then she went to a party for Robin Hood with a man dressed as Robin Hood. And then she went home to sleep.