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The next morning Kim collected us promptly at eleven. After the fun at the pool we had spent the previous evening just hanging out in the suite, watching movies on the enormous big screen in the living room. We had also sat in the Jacuzzi, watching the sun set over the mountains as we sipped champagne. The mood had been melancholy, both of us aware that it was probably the last night we would spend together.
As we drove over to Sandy’s apartment on Harmon, a few blocks from the MGM, she excitedly told Kim about her plans to become a photographer. When she disclosed that I would be paying for everything, Kim gave me a sidelong glance. “You’re certainly not like any rich guy I’ve ever met.”
I took that as a compliment and said, “Thank you.”
When we arrived at Sandy’s apartment building
