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"I believe, if they are ever in trouble, they will come to me"
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and work. If you're in danger of a rebound, lock yourself up at home with a good set of romantic novels to give your emotions a workout. Otherwise, don't stay home. Work, if you possibly can. See people. Go places. But go in bunches. Don't go around, for six months at least, with only one man. Remember a broken heart is as inaccurate in telling you your real emotions as a broken clock is in telling the correct time.
After you're over being hurt, sit back and remember the nice things about your ex-partner. Recall that romance builds out of beautiful and hectic and breathless moments. The memories of those moments are enough to form the basis for the quieter values of friendship, if you will
but let them. I remember that the first thing I worried about after I stopped crying over Douglas was this: "Who is going to take care of his clothes?" Douglas is one of those people who undresses all over the place. He may leave a tie in the parlor and his shoes on the front lawn. That winter, 1933, he was going to New York and I suddenly realized that he didn't have any woolens with him. I airmailed him socks and mufflers and such to Chicago and when he changed trains he found them waiting for him. He sent me a wire of thanks and thus our friendship was established. After that little exchange, each of us felt free to get in touch with the other when anything interesting or discouraging happened to us. We were no longer being
artificial and nursing our hurts. We could be civilized and kindly toward each other.
When Doug returned to this country a year or so later and took a place down at Malibu, he asked me to call and give him my advice on the decorations. I doted on that. Douglas naturally does charming things. One of the most amusing ones was about a year ago. I ran into him in Hollywood, and I admired a sports coat he was wearing. I said I wished I had one just like it. Instantly Doug took it off and gave it to me, rushing off so fast that I couldn't refuse it, even if I had wanted to, which I certainly didn't.
In average people's existences you hear, occasionally, of some one's leading a "double life." (Continued on page 81)
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