And this just in . . . .
I am stepping out of my office, coffee cup in hand, homing in on that wonderful-smelling hazelnut coffee someone has made in the break room. Kitty is hurrying down the hall toward me, full of news: "Did you hear? She's dead!"
JoAnn comes up the hall from behind me. "Who's dead?"
"Anna Nicole Smith! They found her body in a motel room in Hollywood, Florida, dead as a doornail." Kitty is excited, and gratified, to be first with this bulletin.
I chime in: "Anna Nicole Who?"
"Anna Nicole Smith!" explains Jo Ann. "You know, Anna Nicole Smith," Kitty harmonizes.
"Who's that?" I ask.
Both of them look at me, pitying my manifest ignorance. "She's that porn star that married a rich man, and . . . ." starts Kitty. JoAnn steps on Kitty's sentence "She has this new baby and everything, and I bet now they'll find out who the father is . . . "
They slowly move their discussion off toward the reception area. I get my coffee. On the way back, I reflect that last fall, when I mentioned to Kitty and JoAnn that I had a part in Arthur Miller's play The Crucible, their only reaction was mild puzzlement: "Isn't that the guy who was married to Marilyn Monroe?" they wanted to know.
JoAnn comes up the hall from behind me. "Who's dead?"
"Anna Nicole Smith! They found her body in a motel room in Hollywood, Florida, dead as a doornail." Kitty is excited, and gratified, to be first with this bulletin.
I chime in: "Anna Nicole Who?"
"Anna Nicole Smith!" explains Jo Ann. "You know, Anna Nicole Smith," Kitty harmonizes.
"Who's that?" I ask.
Both of them look at me, pitying my manifest ignorance. "She's that porn star that married a rich man, and . . . ." starts Kitty. JoAnn steps on Kitty's sentence "She has this new baby and everything, and I bet now they'll find out who the father is . . . "
They slowly move their discussion off toward the reception area. I get my coffee. On the way back, I reflect that last fall, when I mentioned to Kitty and JoAnn that I had a part in Arthur Miller's play The Crucible, their only reaction was mild puzzlement: "Isn't that the guy who was married to Marilyn Monroe?" they wanted to know.