He did that smile again. It was so lovely, it was aggravating how lovely it was.
Angie Dickinson appeared on the TV screen with Lee Marvin. Vivi looked up with adoration at Angie.
“Angie. Angie Dickinson,” Alexi said. With that charming over-enunciation on d**k-in-son.
“Now you’re talking,” Vivi said. “I wish I was Angie Dickinson.” She looked at Alexi who was mesmerized, getting that look on his face that men all over the world get when they see Angie Dickinson on the screen. There she was, ripe and tough, funny and melting. Angie Dickinson could melt men and make them crawl back for more hydrogen, and that was them just watching.
There was Angie Dickinson on the screen in a nice jersey dress, tight to show her figure, one of those coral shades women look good in. Lee Marvin was look
