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him in New York New Jersey or Con necticut they aremeanwhile going to check the other forty-seven states itwould be the happiest day of my life if I can find out shereally wasn't married to him and put her in the damnedhoosegow for fraud on the other hand the three wills are allin order worse luck for me so everything depends now onthat marriage license dont forget Bobbie Deans yoghurtwith prune whip 17 I am sitting in a booth at Schwab'sdrugstore in Hollywood where the young Lana Turner wasdiscovered by an agent. Of course the present Schwab'sdoes not in the least resemble the Schwab's of thirty yearsago. Today's drugstore consists of two large rooms. Theone where I am sitting contains booths while the other isoccupied by drugstore, soda fountain and a large display ofmagazines and paperback books where out-of-work actorsand actresses can be seen at any time of day or nightfurtively reading Silver Screen, or searching feverishlythrough the pages of novels looking for lurid passageswhose crude imagery can be calculated to enliven sexualbouts with "loved ones" or, as one hippie said to anotherafter sex, "I'll tell you who I was thinking of if you'll tell mewho you were thinking of." It is curious how often the male(and sometimes the female) needs to think of those notpresent in the act. Even with Myron, I was always imaginingsomeone else, a boy glimpsed at Jones Beach or a manobserved briefly at the wheel of a truck or sometimes (yes, Imay as well confess it) a slender blonde girl that used tolive in the brownstone next door when we lived at the cornerof i ith Street and Ninth Avenue. She studied at the Art