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"Jay? he's been very kind."
"Very kjnd," he mimicked. "He understands me. Cut the bull, Mae. Tell that guy whom you belong to before / come out and tell him. Baby . . ."
She put the receiver down as if it were lead.
"Anything I can do?" Bob said softly.
"Yes, let me tell you." And she told him all about Jay O'Brien, everything she could remember. He listened intently, nodding as she talked, or sometimes shaking his head.
"Sounds like bad melodrama," he said, trying to make her smile. "I don't think our studio'd buy it. Do you love him, Mae?"
"No, no. I never did. He's exciting. I was fascinated at first
because I was just a kid "A year and a half ago — it seemed
centuries. "But once away from him ... I haven't thought of Jay since I left New York!" Her hands doubled into fists. "I don't know what to do, Bob. Tell me what to do."
"Marry me," he said simply. "I haven't asked you only because I'm still not free. When my divorce is final . . . Mae, I've loved you from the moment you walked into my office, when you picked up that imaginary pail and became my plowgirl."
He didn't touch her. No lunging, no panting, no hot hands, he just sat looking at her with his steady blue gaze. She liked that. She loved adoration, a man who would kneel at her feet and kiss her hand. Where in any fairy tale did the man seize the princess and mash his mouth on hers ? The whole idea was repulsive to Mae and yet men were constantly attracted to her this way. Here at last was a man who, whatever he felt, could control himself.
"I think it would be a beautiful arrangement, Bob, oh yes!" she said and promptly put Jay O'Brien out of her mind. Forever.
The next day she received a pet monkey — hadn't she said once she'd adore a monkey? — she sent it back to the shop; then came a bracelet of blue sapphires. She didn't wear it.
With Bob, she worked day and night cutting, editing, titling,
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