Adored

They’d never starred in movies or appeared in Broadway hits.

Reality TV went on without them. Were they notoriously rich?

They were not. And yet wherever they were spotted,

paths inevitably cleared: gawkers would amass on either side

to watch them glamorously glide down their own thoroughfares.

Their onlookers felt honored: proud to be a crowd around

celebrities like these! “Weren’t you the bartender who killed

the mobster at the picnic in the last Scorsese pic?”

“Weren’t you the lady they were hunting down in Tarantino’s

‘Bloody Love’”? They smiled, as if down from above, flicked

ashes off their Marlboros – smoking was cliché, passé, archaic

but a cigarette remained the perfect prop that it had been

for Paul Henreid and Bette Davis. “We never talk about

ourselves, our lives are private,” they confided. Served by their

reserve, they were ever more adored. Wherever they went

next, they were again adored, and then adored some more.

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