EPILOGUE
1955, Hollywood: Once again, bright sunshine belied the Winter for Brick Rhodes, though, even as Toddy (his “former self,” as he liked to put it), he had never missed the crisp biting Midwestern seasons he’d known as a lonely farm boy. He looked beside him at the nude sleeping figure of Pat, Handley’s secretary, then, though still half-asleep, remembered his early call at the studio, got out of bed, and paddled nude across his fawn-colored carpeted living room to the front door for his morning newspaper. Her felt drained from the night before. He hoped the cameras wouldn’t be too cruel, especially today, the first day on his latest film. This would be the role to show the world he could really act, as opposed to the fluffy romantic comedies with which he’d been so success
