Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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Dave and Rick in Dave’s new home. “CarL’t call this late, Rick. A girl’d have to say no.” adults, he had his singing and Dave had his movie career. They double-dated frequently, talked together often about things that mattered a lot as well as about little insignificant things that were only momentary problems. It was a satisfying feeling; each had the other one to talk to openly, honestly, without shyness, embarrassment or strain. Rick was so relaxed just sitting and thinking that he didn’t even hear Dave’s footsteps until his brother was out on the porch beside him. “Hi, Rick,” Dave said. “I didn’t hear you come in. I thought you said you wouldn’t be over till six.” “I did. I was going for a gallop on Tink this afternoon but the trails were so crowded I thought I might as well come over early. Hey, Dave, I know you invited me up for dinner, but I’m hungry now. Let’s eat early.” “That’s right, I did mention dinner,” Dave said. It all came back to him now, including the fact that he’d forgotten to stop and get some food. “Gee, Rick,” he continued, trying to get out of the ( continued ) “Hey, remember that blonde? Maybe . . “She has a sister!”