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an into Chuck. He asked if we could meet thatevening at Downey's, a popular hangout foractors. Sure, that would be fun. I arrived a littleearly and was enjoying a drink at the bar whenChuck entered. He was carrying my suitcases. Hethrew the suitcases on the floor. "I love MaryLou," he stated. "We live together. I'm sick ofmoving out every time you come to New York. Idon't want you sleeping with the woman I love."What could I say? I was stunned. Hetold me how they had been in love all throughOndine but neither one had had the nerve to tellme. They both knew that I would be heartbroken.They were right. I would have been and I was. Allthose nights that we all spent together in Detroit,I would take Mary Lou home and then Chuckwould take her out again. I always felt so bad thathe was alone. It turns out that I was the one whowas alone, only I didn't know it. To make mattersworse, I was the only one who didn't know. All ofmy friends in Detroit and New York knew that Iwas the odd man out, but no one told me. Whatcould I do or say? I spent the night at the Dixie, anotorious sleaze bag hotel in Times Square.It is now only a few months later, and I’mdriving on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, on myway to New York to become a star, but I can'tbear the thought of being near Mary Lou. Shewas the first and only woman in my life. I69