It was the last week of January. Les had been working on his new film for a couple of weeks. His trip to Minnesota had been a stressful one. He felt sorry for Hillary’s family. They had no idea the engagement of their daughter to this actor of burgeoning fame was a sham. Hillary seemed to have no problem with that. She and her mother pored over bride magazines. Les was afraid maybe she had lost sight of the charade and had confused the pretense with reality.
Les didn’t know if his parents had heard of the engagement. He had been reticent to call them. After all, it had been quite a scene when he had come out to them before he left for the coast: his mother denying the reality of his admission that he was gay and his father blustering that if Freddy was going to become a homosexual it wou
