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{Continued from page 20) She showered, slipped into a slack suit and moccasins and curled up on the living-room couch to wait for Pev. He arrived an hour later, gave her a quick peck on the cheek and said: "Honey, why aren't you dressed?''
"Dressed?" Linda was surprised. "I am dressed. We aren't going anywhere, and I'm bushed."
"You know we finished the picture today," Pev said, "and I've invited some of the bunch over after dinner."
1Z" nowing that the finish of a picture calls for a celebration, aware that her gregarious husband loved a crowd around, Linda trotted upstairs to change. Tired as she was, she was making the sacrifice to please him. Nevertheless, demands of this sort were eating away at the heart of their marriage.
Why should it upset Linda to get dressed up and spend an evening with friends? It seems like a small thing to ask, but it depends on the manner of the asking. If she hadn't been so tired, and Pev had been more considerate, it probably wouldn't have amounted to a thing.
But both of them were out of sorts all evening. Linda felt she was being imposed upon, and Pev thought she was only doing what was expected of her.
This is only one example of the trivialities that can destroy a marriage. They both found a number of little things getting under their skin. For instance, Linda's inclined to spill powder on the dressing table and leave her nylons draped over the chaise longue. It annoyed Pev. And his habit of leaving the washcloth in a damp wad on the basin annoyed her. When she found him one day practicing putting in the living room, using one of her Steuben vases as the hole, she blew a fuse.
It isn't that a few small grievances were too much for them. They didn't simply throw up their hands and surrender. They've both tried — perhaps too hard — to cling to the dream of happiness they shared at the beginning.
Pev is 21 years older than Linda. At the outset a number of well-meaning friends pointed out this vast difference in their ages, with warnings that it would be their undoing. Linda, however, set out to prove to the doubtful few that age was no barrier. And this was probably the ' least of their difficulties.
Linda^s always been mature beyond her years in many ways, and her marriage to Pev Marley enlarged her understanding of people, and developed in her a sense of responsibility that's rare in one who attained tremendous success so early in life. And Pev has learned a sense of comradeship from Linda.
It's her eagerness to be friendly with everyone that impresses people most when they first meet Linda.
During the war, she made it a practice to visit various War Department offices and factories and talk with civilian workers. She did it without benefit of press agents or studio fanfare. She felt that these workers were doing a tremendous job, so she dropped in to spread a little cheer whenever she had a chance.
There's no pretense about Linda. She's real and down to earth. This sincerity has been the driving force behind her efforts to salvage her marriage.
When Linda and Pev first separated four years ago, a close friend ran into them one evening in a small, out-of-the-way Hollywood club. They'd gone there to talk and to avoid the usual crc/ds.