Unfinished Symphony (Logan 3)

that's nothing," I said.

"Well, people lie about their age here. It comes

with the territory. Hollywood is a young person's

world, especially for women, and triple especially for

a woman who wants to be a model or in films." "Really?"

"Absolutely," he said.

"This woman claimed to have a younger sister

though, and my mother has no brothers or sisters," I

said.

"So? People manufacture their pasts here. It's as

if they stepped out of a movie of their own making," he continued. "Before you give up, I'd try again. Why

don't you try calling her later?"

"I didn't get a phone number," I said.

"She'll be listed, especially if she wants to be an

actress or model. She wants to be easily contacted." I nodded.

"I guess we should get back," I said. "Dorothy

wasn't too happy about my shooting off right away as

it was."

"Sure," he said. He flashed me one of his warm

smiles, took my hand and led me back to the

limousine. When he opened the door for me, the

people who were playing cards looked up to see who I

was and drivers slowed their cars to glance our way.

Everyone here was so eager to spot a celebrity, I

thought. For the firs

t time since we had arrived, I

actually wished I was one. Was I starting to catch the

disease?

When I returned to the Livingston's mansion,

Dorothy came rushing down the hallway to greet me. "What happened? I've been sitting on pins and