By Barbara Taylor
Luckily, Lauren spotted him creeping towards the front porch like a bearded daddy long legs. It wasn’t a complete surprise attack given his penchant for postcards from exotic locations and denial of the passage of time. She tiptoed to the trenches to wait out the tolling bell, the hard knocks, and the barking at the window that went on much too long.
When the heiress rejected Montgomery Clift, it was her fire-eyed victory in a Paris gown. Lauren’s version? A pajama pants retreat to a battered sofa in the dog’s playroom and an Oprah rerun about discovering our truly authentic selves.
Love it! I remember The Heiress so well-and that wonderful ending with Clift banging on the door. Barbara Taylor is one talented writer-I’ve had the privilege of reading other stories by her.
Liked this, especially the reference to Montomery Cliff, an old-time actor who died much too young!