your wife on your yacht, Mr. X.,â I said.
The great man looked fiercely at me.
âLeave my wife out of this,â he said. âThereâll be nobody on the yacht except you and me. And some expensive sailors. Weâll leave in an hour. And weâll take a cruise overnight. I have to be back tomorrow evening for my wifeâs dinner party. No way of getting out of it.â
He stopped and scowled at me again.
âWhatâs the idea of standing there and staring at me,â he demanded, âlike I had insulted you. I know who you are. Youâre Joe Schenckâs girl. He called me up to do him a favor and give you a job. Is that a reason for you to get insulting?â
I smiled at the great man.
âI donât mean to be insulting, Mr. X,â I said.
âGood,â he was beaming again. âWeâll have a fine cruise, and I can tell you now, you wonât regret it.â
He put his arms around me. I didnât move.
âIâm very grateful to you for the invitation, Mr. X,â I said, âbut Iâm busy this week and so I shall have to refuse it.â
His arm dropped from me. I started for the door. He stood still, and I felt I had to say something else. He was a great man, and he held my future in his hands. Seducing employees was just a normal routine for him. I mustnât act as if I thought he was some kind of monster, or he would neverâ
I turned in the doorway. Mr. X was standing glaring at me. I had never seen a man so angry. I made my voice as casual and friendly as I could.
âI hope you invite me some time again when I can accept your invitation,â I said.
The great man pointed his finger at me.
âThis is your last chance,â he said fiercely.
I walked through the door and out of the office where movie stars were made.
âMaybe heâs watching me,â I thought. âI mustnât let him see me upset.â
I drove to my room in my car. Yes, there was something special about me, and I knew what it was. I was the kind of girl they found dead in a hall bedroom with an empty bottle of sleeping pills in her hand.
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the police enter my life
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But things werenât entirely blackânot yet. They really never are. When youâre young and healthy you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Wednesday youâre laughing again.
After lying around for a few days feeling sorry for myself and feeling what a failure I was, something would come back into my heart again. I wouldnât say things out loud, but I could hear them as if voices were talking to me, get up, you havenât begun yet, youâre different, something wonderful is going to happen.
And wonderful things did happen on the ocean bottomâin a small way.
I met kind people.
I had met a married couple who lived in Burbank in a small house. They said to me one evening while I was visiting them, âWeâre going away for a few months. Why donât you just live in our house while weâre gone and save rent?â
I moved my suitcase and make up box to Burbank. I owned one suit, two plain dresses, two pairs of shoes, some darned stockings, a little lingerie, and a bathrobe. Moving wasnât hard.
It was around Christmas time, and I was worrying about where I would get money to buy a few Christmas presents with. It had been fun buying presents when I was on the studio payroll. I bought them chiefly for Aunt Grace or Aunt Anna.
When Aunt Grace was ill I would go shopping a whole day for her and buy a silk bed jacket, silk slippers, a fancy nightgown, and a bottle of perfume. I would put them all in one box and take it to her. Her happiness on seeing all the things in the box was worth a thousand times more than what they had cost.
This Christmas everything seemed extra gloomy. Not only had I flopped in my career, but there was a laziness in me that kept me from getting jobs. I preferred to lie around feeling sorry
Alex Grayson, Karen McAndrews, Toj Publishing