Chapter Eleven
Dance Hall Beauties
A year later…
Hollywood and the movie business were the furthest thing from Violet’s mind when she hopped aboard the city bus on Sunday afternoon and headed toward the beach. A quick rain shower had passed through the valley that morning leaving the May air fresh and clean and warming fast as the sun peeked through the clouds. Walking on the beach, sunning herself by the water, sitting on the jetties and strolling the piers were the activities she loved best and they took up many of her free hours.
Violet’s life had settled measurably since the crazy commotion of the previous year. She allowed her movie dreams to fade slowly into her past, and consigned the dreamy fantasy men to figments appearing in wild masturbations she allowed herself on lonely ni
