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put it away in the pine closet. But time that heals all wounds healed our wounded pride and never gave the crate another thought.5When the movie for which Amy had tested and gotten the part came out, Amy became an incredible success. We went to see it and Marc all but took credit for the acting performance, and with puffed up chest, much like a father who is proud of an accomplished child, he lavished praise on Amy for days on end. Other movies followed; all successful to say the least. At Oscar nights, Marc and I would see her on the ?????????
red carpet posing gracefully –sweet, articulate, gorgeous– yet melancholy. During the awards ceremonies, when the cameras panned and focused on her, Marc and I would swoon and become intoxicated with her success.Nothing gave me more pleasure than to see Amy always wearing my pearls. She hadn’t changed in that respect–she wore no jewelry other than the necklace and earrings I gave her for the screen test. That detail didn’t escape my attention; and in moments of solitude I would entertain the thought that she really never forgot us. With much awe, love, and adoration we followed her career. Amy’s mega star fame and success spilled over to us, for we felt that we were the partial architects of her fate.This last year, she was nominated for supporting actress. Dressed in a Dior Periwinkle strapless chiffon with a slight Grecian drape, and my pearls, she was a vision reminiscent of Grace Kelly –the star who became a princess– and that night we prayed fervently for her to win the Oscar, but to no avail.”Close, but no cigar,” Marc remarked with obvious disappointment in his voice.”Next year she will–for sure, maybe she will wear an American designer,” I said.But there was no next year.By now, newspapers, magazines, and TV, have well recounted all the gruesome bits of the accident that took her life–an insane fatal DUI. Despite the abundant coverage in the media, no written article or TV piece did ever capture that mysterious beauty that seemed to emanate not from her looks, but from her soul: the sweet lilt of her speech; the languor of her hesitant smile; the dreamy mystic stare of those who linger on visions of the other shore. She was buried in her signature periwinkle blue and peach pearls; she had not reached 30.We were devastated.When the torrential news cycle wore down to a trickle, Marc asked me,”What are we going to do with that crate?””She had a brother in Connecticut,” I said. “We could ship it to him, if we knew his address.”Amy’s name was a stage name and we didn’t know her real name. The managing agents for our building were useless, totally reluctant to help.So one weekend, we opened the crate. An envelope contained a brief note:Dear Marc and Mary:It makes me happy to know that you love these two pieces.Enjoy them. I never did because they came to me as part ofthe division o????????
f assets of my failed and much painful marriage. My ex husband purchased them for $5,000-a long time ago! Thanks for the loan.Amy.The Warhol and the Rauschenberg now hang in the long wall of our living room, next to a small shrine that honors Amy’s loving memory.International Herald Tribune Fan freeghtyum852 bnfem853lance writer in New York in summer from the bottom of the most bustling Times Square, Manhattan, New York, the bustling heart of Broadway Avenue and 44th Street at the junction, is the largest U.S. toy retailer Toys "R" Us international flagship store. In the forest of neon in, Toys "R" Us stores still ext
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