Lara Eve Prescott, 6 years

09h15am

"I have the information you are looking for mister."

The man behind the ebony desk if he has any qualities, patience is certainly not one of them.

"Well go ahead, tell me what you've learned, Dean."

Dean swallows his saliva in front of this complicated man then, he directs his eyes on this document which makes him want to cry.

"Our little girl's name is Lara Eve Prescott, age 6. She lives, East Hampton, New York State..."

The man behind the ebony desk looks thoughtful.

"The Hamptons, I think this is a perfect place to retire."

"Yes sir, that's an excellent idea sir."

The man behind the ebony desk sighs helplessly.

"Dean I don't need you to clean my shoes all day long. Please proceed."

"Yes sir, as you wish sir. Lara Eve Prescott 6 years old, middle school student, she would be a very smart little girl from what we have learned."

The man behind the ebony desk bursts out laughing.

"It's a guaranteed jackpot with such a golden nugget. Still, I'm only moderately fond of smart women. They're always trouble and... Anyway, I want to hear the rest of your report."

"Yes sir but it gets more complicated when you consider her family situation. Paternal grandfather; Aaron Prescott, Republican Senator, known for being hard-nosed. Father; billionaire businessman, Derek Prescott and what will be more embarrassing is the fact that he invested heavily last year in Warner. Mother; Abby Prescott, original name Adriana of Sweden, fourth child of the crown. Used the law to obtain a second identity and a second nationality. Although she is on the outs with her family, she is still a member of the Swedish royal family."

The man behind the desk looks up at his Rembrandt reproduction and sighs heavily.

"Stop right there, there's no point in continuing. I'll contact MGM, but I'm afraid it's up to us to make the trip. With a family like that in front of us, we're certainly not going to ask to this child to fly to meet us, and it would be inappropriate for MGM to visit Warner, if I may say so. Um, I think that sentence would make a pretty funny joke."

Noting his boss's cheerful mood, Dean feels this is the perfect time to flatter this man that it is so complicated to satisfy.

"Excellent line of humor, sir. I'll immediately take a sheet of paper to record your hilarious thought."

The man behind the desk smiles modestly, though his proud face speaks for him.

"No need Dean, ever since my former secretary sued me for sexual harassment, I have been recording every conversation I have in this office. No matter what; keep everything you've learned to yourself. You're free to go. And Dean; good job, boy."

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Friday, April 21, 2006

04h00pm

"Today, I had fries and ham, lalala.

I scared my older sisters when I imitated seals and put fries in my nose, lalala.

As the ham had not tastle, I rolled it in sushi and dipped it in the bowl of pickles, lalala.

Today, my teacher said to me, "Lara Eve, shut up I beg you", lalala.

Today, I shook my little butt at him, when he told me that, lalala.

Today, I..."

Jeff who drives my car is used to hearing my pretty songs. He waves his index finger like a real conductor, his head bobs from right to left, he smiles when he hears my adorable little voice, and he applauds the dance of Mister who stinks.

"You look very happy, young miss. Did something good happen to you?"

Huhuhu, yes, there is no better place than school to have fun...

"The boys asked me for a favor I couldn't refuse. I led them to the locker room while the girls were changing but, I didn't even get scolded. The boys got beaten up but not me. Clara hugged me and she told me, that they were being silly and that I shouldn't do everything they told me. I knew I shouldn't do it but, it was really fun to hear the girls scream, fufufufu."

I open the little secret notebook Mom shares with my teachers, I look at the signatures and from the strokes, like in the TV show, I try to guess who is smart and who is dumb.

"Young Miss?"

Seeing Jeff's smile widen, my little feet waving happily.

Me and Jeff have known each other since... What do you mean by, ever since my diapers were always full, Mister who stinks? Do you know it's time you learned how to talk to a lady?

"Young miss, you bring home words from your teachers every night for your parents to sign. They're going to be exhausted eventually."

Oooh, Il Jeff has really good vision for an old thing. Maybe his car mirror helped him notice the new signatures my teachers gave me?

Mister who stinks, Jeff is a friend so let's share with him the 3 new words Mommy needs to sign.

"Pupu, 3 more in my collection. Not bad, don't you think, Jeff?"

I like Jeff, he's fun and pees standing up in the plants in the house.

Jeff is a good silly buddy, in my opinion and so I talk to him about everything and I know he will never repeat it. Since I was a little girl, Jeff has driven me everywhere and he laughs with me when I tell him all the tricks I play on Sally. If he wasn't so old, he would be my best friend after Mister who stinks.

"There are visitors at your house, young miss. Would you like to go look, or would you like me to take you to the front door of the bear house?"

Um, they're probably just idiot costumes, so I'm not interested.

"In front of my house please Jeff. Go Jeff, go Jeff, go Jeff, woohoo."

As I get out of the car, I see Sally coming out of my house and heading towards me even faster than usual. I immediately consider the worst and fearing that my lovely Mommy has had an office accident, I panic.

"Mommy, did something happen to my Mommy? Sally, Mommy is hurt, but answer quickly, you ugliness."

Sally is acting a little strange. Usually when I call her, ugliness, she grunts a little, but now she smiles at me. She strokes my head with a lot of tenderness and gives me a hug. I know immediately that I was wrong but a question comes trotted in my small head:

That's right, Mister who stinks. As you may have guessed, I think that finally Sally has figured out that she is almost the same as the Picasso which is exposed in the living room.

"Your Mommy is doing just fine young miss. She's waiting for you in the great lounge with some visitors who would like to talk to you."

Lounge? You know Sally, some coincidences are not deceiving.

(Visitors); this is the first time Lara has had visitors. The word is like magic and without being able to help myself, I jump against Sally's bear apron.

"Are those the car people?"

"Yes young miss, they are the car people. They are coming from Los Angeles to visit you so it would be nice of you to go say hello to them."

Los Angeles, the city of the waterbed... Before I run, I have to check something first.

"Is a young girl who looks a bit like a small breasts Chinese girl, named Maï is among my, VISITORS?"

"No, young miss; they are three men. There is no young girl, with or without breasts, among them."

I see, it's a shame but, I imagine that at this time of year, Maï must have pitched her tent in a rock.

"Are they wearing suits?"

"Yes young miss but, kind suits."

Muuu, she thinks I'm an idiot?

"Sally, I'm not stupid you know. Don't laugh, Miss ugliness, it's not funny. I'll go, because my pretty Mommy is over there and I want to give her lots of big hugs. Let's go without wasting a second, Mister who stinks. Staying near this woman, will only make you look even more ugly."