Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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men and lensmen hot on the trail, but after Susan had become Mrs. Floyd Eaton Chalkley the reporters did catch up. Some of their questions made her nervous; it sounded as if they were trying to sensationalize this marriage story by recalling earlier headlines. Then, as Eaton’s hand held hers in a firmer grasp, Susan answered straightforwardly: “I don’t want to look back. From now on, I’m going to look forward, always.” She was going home, home to Carrolton, Georgia. She remembered a friend saying, “Leave Hollywood? You? You’ll change your mind!” But then, they had not known how happy she would be, married to Eaton. The first time she strolled the streets of Carrolton with her husband, she found gentle people to welcome her. Eaton’s friends accepted her as their kind; being one of them gave her a wonderful, comfortable feeling. When the Chalkleys entertained or went calling, Hollywood was mentioned no more often than in any average group anywhere in the country. She had learned to play the accordion, to play simple melodies by ear, and now on many friendly evenings neighbors dropped in to listen to the music. This evening there would be just the ; two of them, Susan and Eaton. Evening! With a start, Susan looked up at the clock and noticed it was already five-thirty. She hurried into her dressing room, just off the master bedroom, and began freshening up. There was only one other bedroom, for Timothy and Gregory. No guest rooms and, Susan had resolved, there never would be any. She had been quite firm about that when they planned the house; she wanted to keep it strictly a family unit, small and intimate. Susan felt warm gratitude as she thought of her boys. Last April, she and Jess Barker had at last reached a legal agreement, and she had been allowed to take Tim and Greg home to Georgia, though Barker was permitted to visit his sons or have them visit him at certain times each year. They were almost fourteen now, i both enrolled at Georgia Military Academy nearby. Tomorrow, Susan thought with happy anticipation, they’d be coming home for the weekend. And she would have time, plenty of time, long lazy hours to spend entirely with her sons. They would go tramping through the woods, across the fields of home, talking all the way, and enjoying a greater closeness than they had ever known before. Soon she would have to go to Hollywood to fill a picture commitment — to make “The Snow Birch.” This would be only her third movie since her marriage. There had been “I Want to Live,” then “Thunder in the Sun.” On both of these she had found her work as absorbing as ever. But between takes she had felt a new detachment about the whole business of movie-making, almost as if she were a visitor on the set. At those times she found herself thinking, I want to be home. I want to be doing what I like best — making a man happy. She heard the faint sound of a car approaching along the winding road through the pine woods. It grew louder and then stopped, and she heard the familiar rumble of the garage door closing. Then came the click of a key in the front door. Then the beloved voice: “I’m home!” “I’m here,” she called out. He was in the doorway, crossing the room, and as he reached her he put his arms around her. “Did you have a good day, darling?” she whispered. “Mmm. And did you?” Susan slipped into the kitchen to prepare their dinner. When she came into the living room she noticed the papers over the neatly-stacked kindling had already caught alight, and Eaton’s manly figure was outlined against the blaze. She admired his expertness at laying a fire. The flames, still low, were steady, and there was a cheerful crackling. Eaton had turned on the TV but she didn’t pay any attention to it until the announcer gave the title of the feature film which was about to be presented: “Adam Had Four Sons,” starring Ingrid Bergman. “That’s an old one,” Susan laughed. “I was in it, too,” she added, turning to Eaton. Then the announcer said, “I wonder if Susan Chalkley is watching in Carrolton tonight? This must have been one of her very early movies.” With those words a wonderful realization struck her: She wasn’t Susan Hayward any more. All of that was past. She was Susan Chalkley! “Is she watching?” Eaton asked, as she settled down on the couch next to him. “Only if you want to. I can run out and put on the steak during a commercial.” Dinner under way, she sat by the warm fire, her husband’s arm around her, feeling completely contented. 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