This drama is considered hit given how little promotion it had and how it is promoting. We don't even get BTS videos or tidbits today! It seriously gives a strong competition to The Long Ballad,which has the bigger budget and the stronger promotion. MCWML often snatch the crown from The Long Ballad and it is always either first or second of Weibo's Drama ranking. Funny enough, RJL is working with director and the actress from The Long Ballad and he must be under serious pressure to be in this situation.
The outlet mall was on the far side of a town of tall signs and faded motels. On the way, they ate
from a bag of old Fritos and counted roadside souvenir shops and the shells of old cars with the
grass growing through them. Lindsay's mom had the radio going, and Lindsay liked the way the
birch trees and the motels fell past in time to the music, how the crows by the roadside walked
to a perfect music-video beat. They were singing along with the end of "Love is a Battlefield" on
the radio when the DJ's voice cut in through the guitars, and the first of the tall signs sailed
toward them over the trees.
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Lindsay figured her mom would have gone on to Half Price Books, so she walked over. There was free
coffee just inside the door and Lindsay loved the taste of coffee blunted by the powdered whitener
they always used. She had been told it would stunt her growth, but she didn't believe it. She knew
she would pass fifteen and keep going. Sometimes she thought there were already crow's feet around
her eyes, which she could see by squinting at the mirror. She poured herself a cup and when she
couldn't find her mother, she went back to the foreign-language books. There was a new Fodor's Paris
and she flipped to the street map of the 5th Arrondissement, where she was going to live when she
grew up. The whole time she was reading she expected to look up and see her mother, or to feel her
hand on her shoulder. She was planning to say something about how she was already almost done
with the book, how there was no need to buy it anymore because she had already finished it. But
then she had read almost all of Fodor's Paris and her mother had not come by. She searched the
store again, then went out into the mall. She sat down on the black wire bench outside the Chinese
gift shop, under an artificial dogwood. Middle-aged women in floating dresses or khaki pants asked
her if she was all right, if she was lost. Yes, she was, she told them; no, she wasn't, thank you.
She wondered what would happen and then forced herself to stop wondering, because there wasn't
any point.
She decided she would walk slowly to the information desk, the way she had taught herself to walk
slowly to the bathroom and back at school. She counted out an hour in one-onethousand seconds
and then she asked if they could please make the announcement Miss Melissa Jean Shrift, your
daughter is waiting. They did. The words were louder than she had wanted. The mall sounded
hollow and huge. Lindsay waited. She repeated in her head the French vocabulary for all the things
she could see and all the people who passed, until there were no new things to name that she knew
the word for. Then she asked if they could please make the announcement again. After the third
announcement she said could she please have some change for the pay phone. She was very calm,
as if she had been preparing for exactly this situation for years.
The payphones were at the far end of the mall, in a little rotting-wood annex that was half overgrown
with grass. There were birds' nests in the rafters. Two of the payphones had been torn out of their
booths, and their bare red and gray wires were splayed out like veins or roots, but one was still intact.
It was cold and getting colder. Lindsay's hand shook getting the coins up to the slot. In the old days
of her childhood she had been alone in worse places, and she had felt no more afraid than if she were
in her own bedroom, and her mother had always come back, almost always, unhurt and unchanged.
She could not tell if she had grown soft or only more aware of the dangers. What dangers? She could
not think of any that were not obviously melodramatic. Kidnappings, murders. Starving to death.
Madness. She dropped the quarter twice before she heard the click, the hiccup in the dial tone. She
dialed, and waited. e24fc04721
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