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HITTING THE HEADLINES
"Only if they put it on the front page of the most tabloid tabloid," she said, her eyes laughing wickedly.
"Have there been many loves in your life?"
"Actually, only two. My children."
"That is the most diplomatic answer I have ever heard."
She smiled.
"And this is going to be the uncensored life of Susan Hay ward? Can you write?" I asked.
"That remains to be seen. I can express myself. I'm learning to understand myself."
"Did you ever go in for psychiatry?" I asked.
"We don't go into that."
"That means 'Yes', presumably?"
"We employed psychological marriage counsellors to try to patch up our marriage. But they gave all the wrong counsel."
Studying her as we talked, I thought she had the look of a highly polished diamond with many facets, but one that is still sharp enough to cut.
There are girls in Hollywood whose outer hardness conceals only an inner hardness. Miss Hay ward, I would say, is not in this class. She has miscalculated too often to be accused of being calculating. She struck me as being intelligent, gifted and blunt — down to earth without being earthy. An acknowledged glamour girl who does not talk with her hips, but in the normal way, and has things to say which are worth hearing. I liked her. But I might have been wrong. So I asked her about herself.
"What sort of person are you?" I asked.
"At the moment hungry."
"At other times?"
"I quite like myself."
"And do you also interest yourself?"
"Not to the exclusion of everything else in the world."
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