TV Radio Mirror (Jan - Jun 1963)

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Exclusive to TV Radio Mirror: I I I I Why he must see her once a week! \ "I do hope you'll come back to me," she had said, as they'd parted. "Yeah. Sure. Maybe," Vince had answered. He'd thought about her on the drive back to his apartment. Of her beauty — statuesque, Scandinavian, "a look-alike for Ingrid Bergman" (as he would tell someone later). Of her warmth — gentle, concerned, understanding. He'd thought, too, how all his life he had figured how he would never go to see anyone of this particular profession. "After all," as he'd always said to himself — like so many others, "this is the one kind of thing I don't need!" But now, this night, in his study — having met her — he began to wonder . . . deeply, seriously ... if perhaps the need was not really there. And, finally, he made up his mind — that it was. And so he rose, and reached for the phone . . . and dialed. "Hello?" the voice on the other end answered. "This is Vince Edwards," he said. "I've decided to come back — to see you. Tomorrow. And from now on." To which the voice on the other end answered, softly, "I'm glad." . The woman in question is the person who, today — a few short months after meeting him — probably knows more about Vince Edwards, the real Vince Edwards, than anyone else on earth. She is, it happens, his psychiatrist — an exclusive bit of information which TV-Radio Mirror learned from none other than the normally don't-tell-'em-anything Vince himself: "I have been going to her — and yes, she is a she; and she is lovely looking — because, well, I want to find out what makes me tick. It's been a damned interesting experience. She's helped me a {Continued on page 76) 31