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love story that’s stranger than fiction
Cesar Romero to take her to the premieres that she had to attend. And. though the moments with her friends were enjoyable, there was still a terrible void — the absence of love. And love to Jane was all-important.
She began going to Good Shepherd Church to pi'ay that her lonely life would once again be filled with love. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to find the happiness she wanted so desperately.
Twice before, Jane had thought she’d found love and security, but both times she had been wrong. Her first marriage was to Myron Futterman, a New Orleans dress manufacturer. When they married, she was still a bit player, and for a time the marriage seemed to give her the happiness and satisfaction that she needed. But, less than a year after they married, they were divorced.
Not long afterward, she met Ronald Reagan. He was young, handsome and dashing, and all Hollywood was delighted with their story-book romance. Everything went well in the marriage until Ronald left to spend four years in the Air Force. Not only were they separated, but during the time he was away, Jane’s career picked up tremendously and she became a star. But when Ronald returned, he found that his career was taking a turn for the worst. The marriage which their friends predicted would last forever, began to waver. And. after eight years and two children, they parted.
But now, even with three divorces behind her, Jane still hoped that she could fill the void in her life.
Freddie, too, was unhappy. He began to get restless, and he told a friend. Buddy Bregman, about his problem :
“I miss her, but . . . well, I just can t call her up and ask her to forget about my walking out.
“Why not?” asked Buddy.
Why not? Why not? Why not? Buddy’s words kept echoing in his mind.
A s the days passed, he kept remembering what h\ they had had, and what they still might have, if they could only get together and try to keep their romance alive, rather than find the flaws in each other that all humans possess. This gave him the impetus and the courage to find the right moment to cab Jane and ask her to be his guest at Starlight on the Roof. He hoped they might be able to recapture what had actually never left them — a love for each other, and for each other alone.
The first time he called, Jane had been out shopping. And when she returned to see the message saying, “Freddie called. He’ll call again,” she knew how much she had needed to hear from him.
The next day the call came early in the afternoon. His voice was so calm at first, what he said almost sounded rehearsed.
“Jane . . . I’m opening tonight at the Starlight on the Roof.”
“I know,” she heard herself answer nervously.
The pause on his end of the phone was almost too much for her to bear. She touched at the ends of a loose strand of her brown hair to calm herself.
“I’d like you to be there,” he said.
She tried to remember how many times they had gone to openings together during the days of their marriage. How many times had they danced to the tunes of a dozen bands? How many times had he kissed her (Continued on page 88)