Chapter FourteenFebruary 1928
Having worked up an appetite negotiating with Schulberg, I grabbed lunch at Harry’s Grill and stopped by Maw and Paw’s place afterward. Everyone asked me about the new job, and I gushed. Clara was great, the pay was wonderful, and I was living in Beverly Hills.
Still sensitive to all the slights we’d been dealt from the Pink Pinafore Girls, Grace refused to be impressed by my new job. She was grateful I was able to help the family with extra money, but she didn’t like acknowledging where it came from. Popular girls, whatever form they took, were her enemies, and aside from the money she had no use for Clara. I tried explaining that no matter how popular Clara seemed on-screen, she was still “that girl from Brooklyn” to the other stars. It made no difference
