“Hi, Harry,” I said, leaning in to hug him. I was careful not to get my runny spatula on his nice oxford shirt.
“Look at you,” he said. “Cooking!”
“I know,” I said as I moved out of the way and invited him in. “Hell has frozen over, I guess. Would you like some eggs?”
I led him toward the kitchen. He peeked into the pan. “How well have you mastered breakfast?” he asked.
“If you’re asking if your eggs will be burned, the answer is probably.”
Harry smiled and put a large, heavy envelope on the dining room table. The thwap it made as it hit the wood was all the clue I needed to what it contained.
“Let me guess,” I said. “I’m getting a divorce.”
“It would appear you are.”
“On what grounds? I assume his lawyers didn’t check the boxes for adultery or cruelty.”
“Abandonment.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Clever.”
“The grounds don’t matter. You know that.”
“I know.”
“You should read through it, have a lawyer read through it. But there’s essentially one big highlight.”
“Tell me.”
“You get the house and your money and half of his.”
I looked at Harry as if he was trying to sell me the Brooklyn Bridge. “Why would he do that?”
“Because you are forbidden to talk to anyone at any time about anything that happened during your marriage.”
“Is he also forbidden?”
Harry shook his head. “Not in writing, no.”
“So I can’t talk, and he can blab all over town? What makes him think I’ll go for that?”
Harry looked down at the table for a moment and then back up at me, sheepish.
“Sunset’s dropping me, aren’t they?”
“Don wants you out of the studio. Ari’s planning to loan you out to MGM and Columbia.”
“And then what?”
“And then you’re on your own.”
“Well, that’s fine. I can do that. Celia’s freelance. I’ll get an agent, like her.”
“You can,” Harry said. “And I think you should try, but . . .”
“But what?”
“Don wants Ari to blackball you from getting an Oscar nod, and Ari’s agreeing to it. I think he’s gonna loan you out and purposefully put you in flops.”
“He can’t do that.”
“He can. And he will, because Don’s the goose that laid the golden egg. The studios are all hurting. People aren’t going to the movies as much; they are waiting for the next episode of Gunsmoke. Sunset’s been in decline from the minute we were forced to sell off our theaters. We’re staying afloat because of stars like Don.”
“And stars like me.”
Harry nodded. “But—and I’m sorry to say it, but I think it’s important that you see the big picture—Don’s worth a lot more asses in the seats than you are.”
I felt about two inches tall. “That hurts.”
“I know,” Harry said. “And I’m sorry.”
The water in the bathroom turned off, and I heard Celia step out of the shower. There was a breeze coming in from the window. I wanted to shut it, but I didn’t move. “So that’s it. If Don doesn’t want me, no one does.”
“If Don doesn’t want you, he doesn’t want anyone else to have you. I realize it’s a subtle difference, but . . .”
“But it is vaguely reassuring.”
“Good.”
“So that’s his play? Don ruins my life and buys my silence with a house and less than a million dollars?”
“That’s a lot of money,” Harry said, as if it mattered, as if it helped.
“You know I don’t care about money,” I said. “At least, not primarily.”
“I know.”
Celia came out of the bathroom in a robe, her hair wet and straight. “Oh, hi, Harry,” she said. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“No need to hurry on my account,” he said. “I was just leaving.”
Celia smiled and walked into the bedroom.
“Thank you for bringing it,” I said.
Harry nodded.
“I did it once, I can do it again,” I said to him as we walked to the door. “I can build the whole thing back up from scratch.”
“I have never doubted that you could do a single thing you put your mind to.” Harry put his hand on the doorknob, ready to go. “I’d like it if . . . I hope that we can still be friends, Evelyn. That we can still—”
“Oh, shut up,” I said. “We’re best friends. Who may or may not tell each other everything. That doesn’t change. You still love me, right? Even though I’m about to be on the outs?”
“I do.”
“And I still love you. So that’s the end of it.”
Harry smiled, relieved. “OK,” he said. “It’s me and you.”
“Me and you, true blue.”
Harry walked out of the apartment, and I watched him go down the street and get into his car. Then I turned around and rested my back against the door.
I was going to lose everything I had built my life on.
Everything except the money.
I still had the money.
And that was something.
And then I realized there was something else waiting for me, something I wanted that I was free to have.
It was there, with my back against the door of her apartment, on the brink of my divorce from the most popular man in Hollywood, that I realized that lying to myself about what I wanted took far more energy than I had.
So instead of wondering what it meant and what it made me, I stood up and walked into Celia’s room.
She was in her robe still, drying her hair in front of her vanity.
I walked up to her and looked into her gorgeous blue eyes, and I said, “I think that I love you.”
And then I took the tie of her robe and pulled it open.
I did it slowly. I did it so slowly that she could have stopped me a million times before it broke free. But she didn’t.
Instead, she sat up straighter, looked at me more boldly, and put her hand on my waist as I did it.
The sides of the robe broke free of each other the moment the tension slacked, and then there she was, naked and sitting in front of me.
Her skin was creamy and pale. Her breasts were fuller than I’d anticipated, her nipples pink. Her flat stomach rounded just the littlest bit underneath her belly button.
And when my eyes moved down to her legs, she parted them just the littlest bit.
Instinctively, I kissed her. I put my hands on her breasts, touching them the way I wanted to and then the way I liked my own to be touched.
When she moaned, I throbbed.
She kissed my neck and the top of my chest.
She pulled my shirt off over the top of my head.
She looked at me, my breasts exposed.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said. “Even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
I blushed and put my head in my hands, embarrassed by how out of control I felt, how out of my league it all was.
She took my hands off my face and looked at me.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said.
“It’s OK,” she said. “I do.”
That night, Celia and I slept nude, holding each other. We no longer pretended to touch by accident. And when I woke up in the morning with her hair in my face, I inhaled, loudly and proudly.
Within those four walls, we were unashamed.
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Sub Rosa
December 30, 1959
ADLER AND HUGO KAPUT!
Don Adler, Hollywood’s Most Eligible Bachelor?
Don and Evelyn are calling it quits! After two years of marriage, Don has filed for divorce from Evelyn Hugo.
We are sad to see the lovebirds part ways, but we’d be lying if we said we were surprised. We’ve heard rumblings that Don’s star is set to rise even higher, and Evelyn was getting jealous and catty.
Luckily for Don, he’s renewed his contract with Sunset Studios—which must have head honcho Ari Sullivan smiling wide—and has three films slated for release this year. That Don never misses a beat!
Meanwhile, while Evelyn’s newest movie, Little Women, showed boffo B.O. numbers and great critical reception, Sunset has pulled her out of the upcoming Jokers Wild and replaced her with Ruby Reilly.
Has the sun set on Evelyn’s time with Sunset?
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