TUESDAY.

You sit back in your seat and try to look relaxed. The pressure in your ears grows heavier and heavier and you get a tight knotty feeling in the pit of your stomach. The lights in the cabin are low and you strain your eyes to see how the other people in the plane are acting when suddenly the wheels touch the ground. Without realizing it you have been chewing the gum faster and faster and now suddenly it tastes bad in your mouth.

I took a Kleenex from the container and wrapped the gum in it and put it away. The wheels b.u.mped along the ground and slowly the plane came to a stop. The hostess came down the aisle and unfastened the safety belt.

I stood up and stretched. My muscles were tight from the tension. I couldn"t help it. I was afraid of flying. No matter how many times I did it, I was always afraid.

The motors cut and died away, leaving a hollow, empty ringing in my ears. Unconsciously I listened for it to stop, for when it stopped I knew I was back to normal.



There were a man and a woman in the seat in front of me and they had been talking as the plane came down. While the engines were roaring I could hardly hear them, and now they seemed to be shouting.

"I still think we should have let them know we were coming," the woman was saying, when she realized she was talking loudly. She stopped in the middle of her sentence and looked back at me as if I had been eavesdropping.

I looked away and she resumed her conversation in a lower voice. The hostess came down the aisle again.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Nine thirty-five, Mr. Edge," she answered.

I took off my wrist.w.a.tch and set it and walked toward the rear of the plane. The door had been opened and I walked out of it and down the ramp. The floodlights hurt my eyes and I stopped for a minute.

I began to feel chilly and was glad I had worn my topcoat. I pulled the collar up around my neck and walked toward the gate. Other people were rushing past me, hurrying toward the exit, but I walked slowly. I lit a cigarette as I walked and dragged deeply on it, my eyes wandering over the crowd.

And there she was. I stopped for a second and looked at her. She didn"t see me. She was puffing nervously at a cigarette; her face was pale and luminous in the glaring light. Her eyes were deep blue and weary, with circles under them; her mouth was tense. Under the loose camel-hair short coat flung over her shoulders her body was taut, and her free hand clenched and unclenched.

She saw me. Her hand lifted as if to wave and then hung there still in the air in front of her as if caught on an invisible rung. She watched me as I walked through the gate to her.

I stopped a foot in front of her. She was all wound up like a tight spring. "Hullo, sweetheart," I said.

Then she was in my arms, her head on my chest, crying: "Johnny, Johnny!"

I could feel her body shaking against me. I dropped my cigarette and stroked her hair. I didn"t talk. There was no use talking, it wouldn"t help. I just kept thinking the same thing over and over.

"I"ll marry you when I grow up, Uncle Johnny."

She was almost twelve when she said that. I was just going back to New York with the first picture Magnum had completed in Hollywood and we were having dinner at Peter"s house the night before I got on the train. We were all very happy and nervous. We didn"t know just what was coming. The picture that was in the can would either make us or break us and so we all tried to joke and act lighthearted and not let the others see how apprehensive we were.

Esther had laughed and said: "Don"t let some pretty girl on the train talk you into marrying her and go away and forget the picture."

I had reddened a little. "You don"t have to worry. There isn"t a girl that would marry me."

It was then that Doris spoke. Her face was serious and the blue of her eyes was deep and her voice was much older than her years. She came toward me and took my hand and looked up into my face.

"I"ll marry you when I grow up, Uncle Johnny."

I don"t remember what I had said, but everybody laughed. Doris still held on to my hand and looked up at me with a let-them-laugh look in her eyes.

Now I held her head tight against my shoulder and the words kept going over and over in my mind. I should have believed her. I should have remembered. There would have been less pain in our lives if I had.

Slowly her body stopped its trembling. For a few seconds she stood still against me, then she stepped back.

I took out my handkerchief and wiped the tears from her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. "Better now, sweetheart?" I asked.

She nodded her head.

I fished cigarettes out of my pocket and gave her one. As I lit her cigarette the glow from the match illuminated the cigarettes we had dropped on the ground. They lay there close together, the lipsticked end of her cigarette not quite touching mine. I put a fresh one in my mouth and lit it.

"We were held up in Chicago," I said. "Bad weather."

"I know," she answered, "I got your wire."

She took my arm and we started walking.

"How is he doing?" I asked.

"He"s asleep. The doctor gave him a sedative and he"ll be sleeping till morning."

"Any better?"

She made a small gesture of helplessness with her hands. "The doctor doesn"t know, he says it"s too soon to tell." She stopped and turned to me; the tears came welling to her eyes again. "Johnny, it"s terrible. He doesn"t want to live. He doesn"t care any more."

I pressed her hand. "Hold it, sugar, he"ll make out."

She looked at me for a moment; then she smiled, her first smile since I saw her. It looked good even if it took effort to make it. "I"m glad you"re here, Johnny."

She drove me to my apartment and waited while I bathed, shaved, and changed my clothes. I had given the servants a few weeks off because I hadn"t expected to be back for a while, and the place had an empty look about it.

When I came back into the living room she was listening to some Sibelius records on the phonograph-radio. I looked at her. Only the light from the table lamp near her chair was on. It threw a soft glow over her face and she looked relaxed. Her eyes were half-closed and her breathing came soft and even. She opened her eyes when she felt me standing there.

"Hungry?"

"A little," she answered. "I haven"t really eaten since this happened."

"Okay, then," I said, "let"s go to Murphy"s and wrap ourselves around a steak." I started back to the bedroom to get my coat when the phone began to ring. "Get it, will ya sweetheart?" I called back through the open door.

I heard her move and pick up the phone. A second later she called me. "It"s Gordon. He wants to speak to you."

Gordon was production manager at the studio.

"Ask him if it"ll keep till morning; I"ll drop in at the studio," I told her.

I heard the murmur of her voice, then she called to me: "He says it can"t keep, he"s got to talk to you."

I picked up the phone in the bedroom. "I"m on," I said. I heard the click as she put down her phone.

"Johnny?"

"Yeanh, what"s up?"

"I can"t talk over the phone. I got to see you."

That was Hollywood. The federal government and the state government pa.s.s laws against wiretapping and people worry about talking over the phone. It"s a fetish you don"t fight; whenever something really important goes on, you can"t talk over the phone.

"All right," I said wearily. "Where are you? Home?"

"Yes," he answered.

"I"ll drop in on you after I eat some dinner," I said, and hung up.

I picked my coat off the bed and went back into the living room. Doris was putting on some lipstick in front of a mirror.

"I gotta make a stop after dinner, honey. Do yuh mind?"

"No," she said. She knew Hollywood too.

It was nearly eleven o"clock when we got to the restaurant. It was nearly deserted. Hollywood is an early town during the week. Everyone who is working is in bed by ten o"clock because he has to be on the job at seven in the morning. We were given a quiet table in a corner.

We ordered old-fashioneds, steak, french fries, and coffee. She was more hungry than she had realized. I smiled to myself as I watched her eat. Say what you like about a woman"s diet; hungry or not hungry, put a steak in front of her and watch it disappear. Maybe it was because some smart press agent planted the rumor that steak was not fattening. Anyway, she did it justice. I did too, but then, I always did.

Her plate was empty and she pushed it away from her with a sigh. She saw me smiling at her. She smiled back. A little of the tension had gone from her face. "I"m full," she said. "What are you smiling at?"

I took her hands across the table. "Hullo, sweetheart," I said.

She held my hands and looked at them, I don"t know why. They were funny hands no amount of manicuring could make look presentable. They were square and the fingers were short and covered with thick black hair on the back of them. She looked back at me. "h.e.l.lo, Johnny." Her voice was soft.

"How"s muh baby?" I asked.

"Better since you"re here."

We just sat there smiling at each other until the waiter came and took the empty dishes away and brought us a fresh pot of coffee. It was half past twelve when we left the restaurant.

We drove over to Gordon"s house. He lived over in Westwood; it was about a half-hour drive. The lights in his living room were on as we drove up the driveway.

He had the door open almost before we were up the steps. His hair was rumpled and he held a drink in one hand; he looked nervous. He was surprised to see Doris with me.

We said h.e.l.lo and followed him into the living room. Joan, his wife, was in there. She got up when she saw us. "h.e.l.lo, Johnny," she said to me, and then went over to Doris and kissed her. "How is Peter?" she asked.

"A little better," Doris answered. "He"s sleeping."

"That"s good," Joan said. "If you can get him to rest, he"ll be all right."

I spoke to Gordon. "What"s all the shootin" fer?"

He finished his drink and looked at Doris. Joan picked up the hint. "Let"s make some coffee. These men want to talk business," she said.

Doris smiled understandingly at me and followed Joan out of the room.

I turned back to Gordon. "Well?"

"The rumor"s all over town that Ronsen"s tying a can to you," he said.

The two greatest products of Hollywood were pictures and rumors. From morning to night they manufactured pictures, from night to morning they manufactured rumors. There were several arguments as to which was the more important, but I don"t believe it was ever settled to anyone"s satisfaction.

"Tell me more," I said.

"You had a fight with him in New York. He didn"t want you to come back here to see Peter. You did. He got in touch with Stanley Farber the minute you left and he"s flying out here tomorrow to meet him."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Isn"t that enough?" he asked.

I grinned at him. "I thought it was important."

He was pouring himself another drink when I told him that. He almost dropped it. "Look, I"m not joking, Johnny. This is d.a.m.ned serious. He hasn"t kept Dave Roth on the lot for love."

Gordon wasn"t wrong about that. Dave was Farber"s right-hand man, and Ronsen placed him on the lot as Gordon"s a.s.sistant to act as a psychological threat to me. It added up too. Farber wouldn"t let Roth stay there if he wasn"t sure that something would come of it.

"What"s Dave been doing?" I asked.

"You know Dave," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Tight as a clam when he wants to be. But he seems pretty d.a.m.n sure of himself." He held out a drink to me.

I took it and sipped it reflectively. Maybe Ronsen was coming out to see Farber, but I was the guy that knew the whole organization. I knew the weak spots and the strong spots. I knew what had to be done, and until I finished the repair job, my position was good.

"Look, Gordon," I said, "stop worrying. I"ll be at the studio in the morning and we"ll go over the situation."

He looked at me doubtfully. "All right, but I hope you know what you"re doing."

Joan came into the room with a pot of coffee. Doris followed her with a tray of tiny sandwiches. Hollywood wives and diplomats" wives have to develop a sense of timing. They have to know just when to excuse themselves and just when to re-enter a room. I often wonder how they know just when to come back.

Doris and I were too full to eat, but we had some coffee and left. It was almost two thirty when we got to her house.

The house was quiet; only a small light was lit in the living room. Doris threw off her coat and went upstairs. She came down a moment later.

"He"s still sleeping," she said. "Mother is too. The nurse told me that the doctor gave her a sedative. Poor thing, she just can"t comprehend everything that"s been happening. It"s been one shock after another."

I followed her into the library. There was a big fire going in there. It felt good; the night had turned cold, with a sudden frost that would have the smudge pots going in the fruit groves. We sat down on a couch.

I put my hand around her shoulder and drew her head toward me. I kissed her. She put both hands on my cheeks and held my face close to hers.

"I knew you"d come, Johnny," she whispered.

I looked at her. "I couldn"t stay away even if I wanted to."

She turned around and rested her head against my shoulder and we looked into the fire. After a little while I spoke. "Feel like talking about it, sweetheart?"

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