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Famous Last Words by Katie Alender Excerpt
Famous Last Words by Katie Alender Excerpt
K ATI E A L E N D E R
Bad Girls Dont Die
From Bad to Cursed
As Dead as It Gets
Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer
BY K ATI E A L E N D E R
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CH A PT E R 1
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othing glittered.
Id never been to Hollywood before, but like any other person with eyeballs and a television, Id seen it a thousand times.
I expected wide, palm-tree-lined roads and mansions that overflowed with fabulous movie stars.
What I got was a normal city. Except the sky was pale
brown, and the freeways went on forever in every direction.
The houses crept up the sides of distant mountains like a fungus. Nobody looked particularly fabulous, especially not the
roving bands of tourists taking pictures of every street sign,
sidewalk, and tree.
I felt a little cheated, to be honest.
Theres Hollywood Boulevard, my new stepfather,
Jonathan, said. Thats where youll find the Walk of Fame and
the Chinese Theatre. We should go there tomorrow.
Party foul. Tomorrows Monday, I said. I start school.
Oh, right. He was quiet for a second. Well, theyre nothing special. Just a bunch of old footprints and handprints.
Movie stars had tiny feet.
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Inside, the house was cool and open. Pale sunlight streamed
in, reflecting off the cream-colored walls and gleaming hardwood floors. Overhead, a heavy iron chandelier was chained to
the wall from three sides, like a wild animal. A set of stairs
curved gracefully toward the second story.
My mother spun in a circle, taking in all the details. Its
gorgeous, Jonathan. When was it built?
Nineteen thirty-three, he said. For an actress named
Diana Del Mar.
Really? Mom said. We love her movies! Willa, remember
those old musicals we used to watch at Grandmas house?
A vague memory bubbled to the back of my mind
kaleidoscopic arrays of dancing girls with fluffy skirts and
huge headdresses, armies of bright-eyed young women cheerfully marching around in tap shoes.
Sure, I said.
She was big in the thirties, and then she had a string of
flops. She got a reputation as box office poison and retired.
Jonathan sounded a little apologetic, like he wished he could
give us a better movie star.
Amazing. Mom ran her hand over the banister. Just
think of all these walls have seen and heard.
People have probably died here, I said.
Mom winced a little, then tried to laugh. Oh, Willa.
But Jonathan nodded. Im pretty sure Diana Del Mar did
die here. I dont know the exact story of when or how, though.
We could look it up online, Mom said. Her frantic agreeableness made my brain itch.
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CH A PT E R 2
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re you kidding? Moms fork hit the side of her plate with a
clatter. A serial killer?
Its not an imminent threat, Jonathan said. I mean, its
not a threat at all.
Hed come to the dinner table tense, the Los Angeles Times
website pulled up on his iPad, and told us about a recent spate
of murders that had been occurring in LA. The killers latest
victima young womanhad been discovered earlier in the
day. Pinpricks of fear and curiosity shot through me.
Mom was taking the news a little harder than I was.
But it seems like youre warning Willa, she protested, glancing at me with an expression approaching crazy-paranoid
googly-eyes.
Jonathan shook his head, reaching for his water glass. I
wanted to tell you both, he explained, because its important
to be aware. Not because theres a chance that anything might
happen.
Maybe not to us, I said, shrugging. But for some people
theres a chance.
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zipper was excellent quality, Ill give him that), I was already
cringing inwardly at the prospect of what Id find inside. I pictured a hideous blinged-out watch or a designer fedora or
something.
But it was a computer. A beautiful, brushed-metal, razorthin laptop.
I thought you could use it for school, he said.
Thank you, I said. Im sure itll be really useful. There
was no point acting like this was the greatest gift anyone could
have ever given me, because I knew enough about my new stepfather to know that spending fifteen hundred dollars on a
computer was no big deal to him.
Jonathan, you shouldnt have, Mom said. Willa has a
laptop.
That rickety old one she was using on the plane? The
screens practically falling off.
But my dad gave it to me, I didnt say. My dad, who knew I
was desperate for a computer of my own. My dad, who brought
his old work laptop home for me when they were upgrading
him to a new one. The night he gave it to me there had been joyous squealing and hugs and jumping up and down.
That was nothing like this night.
Jonathan was buying me nice things to keep the peace
and make himself feel better about uprooting me. Not that
it wasnt a perfectly kind gesture, but make no mistakethis
wasnt about what I wanted.
Which was fine, because I didnt want anything.
Nothing money could buy, anyway.
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