Since she couldn’t quite bring herself to do that, he took cheerful advantage of her ambivalence. He was just as likely to drop by the store on some flimsy pretext as to swing by her apartment. But for someone who made his living in the media spotlight, he was surprisingly considerate of her privacy.
Sometimes he brought her dinner, and relaxed on her overstuffed couch to share a good movie. He had a keen appreciation for the old black-and-whites, and especially loved anything starring Cary Grant, Danny Kaye, or Donald O’Connor.
Much to her surprise, he flatly refused to watch any of his own movies, claiming that the disparity between watching them and having lived through the filming gave him a time-warp headache.
On other nights, he took her to a wide variety of cozy little hole-in-th
