“You'll be there for her. Pll be around. Robert will be there. We will make sure she’s OK. We will make sure she’s supported, that she has people to talk to. That she makes the right types of friends.” I knew that moving to Spain would mean losing Luisa. She had already moved with us from L.A. to New York. She wouldn’t want to uproot her life again to move to Spain. But I also knew she had been taking care of our family for decades and was tired. I got the impression that our leaving the United States would be just the excuse she needed to move on. I would make sure she was taken care of. And anyway, I was ready to take a more hands-on approach to maintaining my home. I wanted to be the kind of person who made dinner, who scrubbed a toilet, who was available to my daughter at all times. “Are any of your movies big in Spain?” I asked. “Nothing recently,” Celia said. “Yours?” “Just Boute-en-Train,” I said. “So no.” “Do you really think you'll be able to handle this?” “No,” I said, even before I knew what Celia was specifically talking about. “Which part do you mean?” “Insignificance.” I laughed. “Oh, God,” I said. “Yes. That’s about the only part I am ready for.” kk * WHEN THE PLANS were finalized, when I knew what school Connor would go to, what houses we were going to buy, how we were going to live, I walked into Connor’s room and sat down on her bed. She was wearing a Duran Duran T-shirt and faded jeans. Her blond hair was teased at the crown. She was still grounded from when I had caught her having a threesome, so she had no choice but to sit there with a sour face and listen as I spoke. I told her I was retiring from acting. I told her we were moving to Spain. I told her I thought she and I would be happier living with good people, away from all the fame and the cameras. And then I very gently, very tentatively, told her that I was in love with Celia. I told her I was going to marry Robert, and I explained why,