speed, and we were in the air. I looked out the window and watched the night-blanketed city fall away, its lights spilling out from underneath us as we climbed into the sky. âGâbye and good riddance!â the fellow in the seat muttered. I momentarily dozed off but awoke as he thundered his drink order to the stewardess. â. . . and not that Kentucky swill! When I say whiskey, I mean scotch whiskey. Double. No, make that a triple.â He turned around in his seat and got on his knees to look at me. âCan I offer you a drink?â he asked.
âNo, thank you,â I said, recoiling from his respiratory fumes. Heâd clearly had a few belts before boarding.
âIâm celebrating.â
I raised my head an inch but kept my cover. âThatâs great.â He had big eyes and a slightly crooked nose. There was something sweet about him. âWhat are you celebrating?â
âMy surrender. I give up. Been in Hollywood three bloody years, and all I have to show for it is a walk-on part in a B-movie about a haunted coal mine. Cheers!â He knocked back his drink in a single gulp. âBeats me how anybody makes it out here. Connections, thatâs what itâs about! If you donât have connections . . . well, my old manâs in the insurance business and heâs been after me since I was a kid to join in with him. I guess he wins.â
âIâm sorry,â I said in a low murmur, trying to avoid a full conversation.
âMe too.â He sprawled out across the open row of seats.
It was strange to me how Hollywood flung open its gates to some and reeled up its drawbridges when others beckoned. I felt sorry for the guy. For most, that was how it happened, and that included a lot of very talented and very determined people. There was a lot of kismet involved. For me, the whole thing was a fluke. Or destiny. I sure didnât know which.
I got to Los Angeles by accident in the first place.
In a nutshell, I got there because of a completely loony set of circumstances.
I came to L.A. because I was saving myself for marriage.
Or at least I thought that was the reason. I never set my sights on L.A. as a destination or stardom as a goal; in fact, in Seattle, Los Angeles was considered Sodom and Gomorrah by the sea. Anyone in Seattle who went to L.A. was assumed to be getting either a nose job or an abortion, and either way your reputation was slimed. I think it was inevitable that Iâd wind up there, and maybe my detour to Phoenix was a subconscious way of easing into the idea of it.
In Phoenix (after my job as first secretary to the Minister of Gropiness) Iâd met a nice Jewish boy named Sonny. He was in his early thirties and worked in real estate in Los Angeles but visited Phoenix every other weekend to see his friends Gail and Marty. He took quite a shine to me, and weâd go out whenever he was in town. In a way, I hadnât changed that much since high school. I was a passionate kisser, but when the boy started trying to score, I was as fierce as a goalie in a hockey rink.
âIs it me?â Sonny finally asked in frustration.
âNo, Sonny,â I said. âIâm an old-fashioned girl. Iâm not going there until Iâm married.â
âIf thatâs all it is, letâs get married!â
And just like that, we went off to look for a justice of the peace, with Gail and Marty as witnesses. As to what was going through my mind . . . all I can figure is I must have had heatstroke. We found a justice, who asked some basic questions: our dates and places of birth, residencies, parentsâ names, and so on. I turned to look at Sonny and said, âI canât do this. I donât even know you. This is crazy.â
âOkay,â he said. âBut I still want to marry you. Why donât you move to L.A. and weâll get to know each other and take it from there?â
I did. And we took it
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