But what I was really thinking was, I can’t tell him that. He’ll think I’m making fun of him, and he’ll smack me.
Sub Rosa
June 22, 1959
COLD, COLD EVELYN
Why would a beautiful couple with a gorgeous five-bedroom home not be interested in filling it up with a brood of children? You’d have to ask Don Adler and Evelyn Hugo that question.
Or maybe you’d just have to ask Evelyn.
Don wants a baby, and certainly we’ve all been waiting with bated breath to find out when the progeny of those two beautiful creatures will make his or her way into the world. We know any child they have would be sure to send us into fits of swooning.
But Evelyn’s saying no.
Instead, all Evelyn talks about is her career, including her new movie, Little Women.
More than that, Evelyn doesn’t even attempt to keep a clean house or mind her husband’s simple requests, and she can’t be bothered to be kind to the help.
Instead, she’s out at Schwab’s with single girls like Celia St. James!
Poor Don’s at home, yearning for a child, while Evelyn’s out having the time of her life.
It’s all Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn in that house.
And she’s left a very unsatisfied husband.
IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?” I said as I threw the magazine onto Harry’s desk. But of course, he’d already seen it.
“It’s not that bad.”
“It’s not good.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Why didn’t anyone take care of this?” I asked.
“Because Sub Rosa isn’t listening to us anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“They don’t care about the truth or access to stars. They are just printing whatever they want.”
“They care about money, don’t they?”
“Yes, but they will make way more by pontificating about the ins and outs of your marriage than we can afford to pay them.”
“You are Sunset Studios.”
“And if you haven’t noticed, we aren’t making nearly as much money as we used to.”
My shoulders slumped. I sat in one of the chairs facing Harry’s desk. There was a knock.
“It’s Celia,” she said through the door.
I walked over and opened it for her.
“I take it you’ve seen the piece,” I said.
