Shooting on the Morris film was complete. Les had a few days off before retakes of several scenes were scheduled. He left his apartment to do some shopping and pick up a few groceries. He wore a baseball cap, baggy shorts, a nondescript tee, and sunglasses. All the tales of celebrities going out incognito were not myths. Since the success of his first movie he could scarcely go out without someone recognizing him. It was both gratifying and tiresome. And there was always the paparazzi lurking somewhere.
Standing in line at the checkout, he glanced at the rack of tabloid magazines. He was on the covers of several. Pictures of him with Tiffany, Tina, or Hillary smiled up at him while the banners proclaimed him the Casanova of the year, breaking the hearts of first one starlet then another.
