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By HAGAR WILDE
# # S here comes a e when love means
ore than sacrifice— and en it is that a hurricane emotions is let loose!
CHRISTINE sat waiting. Her hands, tired, trembling, fumbled a script. She heard herself repeating lines, over and over, and realized that they meant nothing to her. With a despairing gesture, she laid the script down and put her head in her hands. Her whole body ached with weariness. Her eyes felt as though they had been burned in. She could feel the inner quivering of tired nerves. From time to time, she glanced at the clock. Two, now. Two-thirty. Two forty-five. She dozed, drawing her quilted robe close around her knees. She had to be up early in the morning— on the set.
The door closed and she started up, her heart pounding. Patsy stood in the doorway, blinking. Behind her stood one of the myriad young men who followed Patsy around. The youngster's blond hair misted off into the light of the hall and gave the effect of a halo. "Hello," Patsy said in her absurd little voice.
"Oh, hello, Patsy," Christine said. "I must have fallen asleep." She stood up, aching, aching.
Patsy came into the room. She still had the youngman's heavy coat bundled around her shoulders, holding it close around her neck. Her little blond head popped out at the top. She looked like an incredibly beautiful Dresden doll.
Christine said, feeling uncomfortable and awkward because of the quilted robe, "I worked late and there wasn't a note or anything. I wondered where. . . ."
"I went to a party," Patsy said. "Didn't we, Rich?"
"Yep," Richie said. .
"Then we went driving," said Patsy. "Didn't we, Rich?
"Yep," said Richie.
Christine could picture them, tearing through the night, swooping around long curves on the mountain roads . . . Patsy's little pink tongue appearing between her white teeth her head thrown back, laughing, gleeful. No thought of the hour, no thought of anything except the wild rush of air and the laughter.
"Driving," Patsy said. "Marvelous night. Suddenly, she dropped the coat from her shoulders. It plumped to +he floor and lay there in a shapeless mass. That was the way with Patsy. When she was through with a thing, she dropped it. Suddenly and without warning. And that
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