Love
His Life (Part 1)
CHAPTER 1 Our friendship began as teenagers. I first met Jax as he sat on the couch in my Southern California home with two of my brother Zander’s friends. While Zander ran upstairs to get something from his room, Jax sat in between them, blonde and skinny almost gangly as the other two teens with him were either shorter or meatier than him. My friends were waiting for me in the driveway as I made my way to the garage door when the heavier one, Andrew, stopped me.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand Part Two
Anna-leis let herself melt into Clarence’s arms, as he held her, the tears flowing freely, she had been spending too long, not letting herself grieve, and it was catching up to her. But Clarence was there, by her side, as he had been for the last month, and the doctors said in just a couple of days, she’d be going home, continuing physical therapy as an outpatient, honestly she wasn’t sure she was ready for this. She had to worry about things like accessibility now, she’d ben needing the wheelchair, until her prosthetics came in, and then she would have to learn to walk with them. It was all going to take time, and it frustrated her.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell3 years ago in Fiction
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
Those looking to own a piece of Hugo history will be intrigued not only by the gowns themselves but also by the context in which they were worn. Included in the sale will be the emerald-green Miranda La Conda that Hugo wore to the 1959 Academy Awards, the violet soufflé and organdy scoop- neck she donned at the premiere of Anna Karenina in 1962, and the navy-blue silk Michael Maddax that she was wearing in 1982 when she won her Oscar for All for Us. Hugo has weathered her share of Hollywood scandals, not the least of which being her seven marriages, including her decades-long relationship with film producer Harry Cameron. The two Hollywood insiders shared a daughter, Connor Cameron, who is no doubt the influence for the auction. Ms. Cameron passed away last year from breast cancer soon after turning 41. Born Evelyn Elena Herrera in 1938, the daughter of Cuban immigrants, Hugo grew up in the Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood of New York City. By 1955, she had made her way to Hollywood, gone blond, and been rechristened Evelyn Hugo. Almost overnight, Hugo became a member of the Hollywood elite. She remained in the spotlight for more than three decades before retiring in the late ’80s and marrying financier Robert Jamison, older brother of three-time Oscar- winning actress Celia St. James. Now widowed from her seventh husband, Hugo resides in Manhattan. Preternaturally beautiful and a paragon of glamour and daring sexuality, Hugo has long been a source of fascination for moviegoers the world over. This auction is expected to raise upward of $2 million. C AN YOU COME INTO MY office?” I look around at the desks beside me and then back at Frankie, trying to confirm to whom, exactly, she’s talking. I point to myself. “Do you mean me?” Frankie has very little patience. “Yes, Monique, you. That’s why I said, ‘Monique, can you come into my office?’ ” “Sorry, I just heard the last part.” Frankie turns. I grab my notepad and follow her. There is something very striking about Frankie. I’m not sure that you’d say she was conventionally attractive—her features are severe, her eyes very wide apart—but she is nevertheless someone you can’t help but look at and admire. With her thin, six-foot-tall frame, her short-cropped Afro, and her affinity for bright colors and big jewelry, when Frankie walks into a room, everyone takes notice. She was part of the reason I took this job. I have looked up to her since I was in journalism school, reading her pieces in the very pages of the magazine she now runs and I now work for. And if I’m being honest, there is something very inspiring about having a black woman running things. As a biracial woman myself—light brown skin and dark brown eyes courtesy of my black father, an abundance of face freckles courtesy of my white mother—Frankie makes me feel more sure that I can one day run things, too. “Take a seat,” Frankie says as she sits down and gestures toward an orange chair on the opposite side of her Lucite desk. I calmly sit and cross my legs. I let Frankie talk first. “So, puzzling turn of events,” she says, looking at her computer. “Evelyn Hugo’s people are inquiring about a feature. An exclusive interview.” My gut instinct is to say Holy shit but also Why are you telling me this? “About what in particular?” I ask. “My guess is it’s related to the gown auction she’s doing,” Frankie says. “My understanding is that it’s very important to her to raise as much money for the American Breast Cancer Foundation as possible.” “But they won’t confirm that?” Frankie shakes her head. “All they will confirm is that Evelyn has something to say.” Evelyn Hugo is one of the biggest movie stars of all time. She doesn’t even have to have something to say for people to listen. “This could be a big cover for us, right? I mean, she’s a living legend. Wasn’t she married eight times or something?” “Seven,” Frankie says. “And yes. This has huge potential. Which is why I hope you’ll bear with me through the next part of this.”
By wessam nasr3 years ago in Fiction
