Chapter Eighteen
A few weeks later Marilyn is on the phone to Bobby. She is not happy. “I’ve been calling you for weeks and you haven’t returned my calls. I’ve finished filming. We can be together as much as you like now.” His response is somewhat detached, “Sorry it’s too late. The world doesn’t just revolve around you Marilyn even though you think it does. I’m really busy taking on the Mafia and besides that I’ve got trouble at home. I think it best we call it a day.” Marilyn goes silent and tears start to well up in her eyes. After more silence, Bobby speaks, “Are you still there Marilyn?”
Marilyn hangs up the phone and sobs on the bed for a while.
She then takes out a bottle of pills and empties them into her hand and looks at them for a long moment. She edges them towards her mouth
