The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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HITTING THE HEADLINES smile on their TV screens as the nomination ritual was bounced across the United States from a studio in Hollywood. Afterwards there was a party full of stars, the nominated and the unnominated. After all the ballyhoo, the gossip, the congratulations and the polite malice, Miss Hayward and I went to a cool dark bar and sat in a leather-upholstered alcove and she said again, "I am so happy." But she was referring to something else this time : to her divorce from Jess Barker, which was finally settled the previous day. His appeal had been turned down. She would not have to make over to him any of her property. Nor would she have to pay him alimony. I offered my congratulations on the nomination — and the divorce. She slipped her coat of wild mink off her shoulders ; it looked pretty tame compared to Miss Hayward, whose hair is reddish and temperamental and whose eyes burn luminously in the artificial dusk of the bar. She said, "I'm starving." We asked the waiter to bring some chicken sandwiches — urgently. "At last, " she said, " I'm free. It's all definitely, finally and absolutely finished. It's like having something on your back all this time and now it's no longer there." She spoke in a voice like black coffee without sugar. Then she said, "I'm so hungry. I wish the waiter would bring those sandwiches." I informed the waiter of Miss Hayward's hunger pangs and urged him to hurry. "Are you likely to marry again?" I asked her. "First I'm going to enjoy my freedom. I've had ten years of marriage. Marriage should be made more difficult and divorce much easier. There should be a compulsory engagement of one year before anyone can get married." 43