That evening spent with that old man was wonderful. He regaled me with stories of his younger days; the dance contests he and his wife had won, his time spent in Korea.
Around ten I asked about the tv news. Maybe there was something about me. He shook his head saying, “I’m sorry dearie, I don’t own a tv.”
Later, he showed me to my bedroom. A beautiful large room filled with antique furniture. A down-filled bed, that I had only heard about. The room smelt like dust, but I felt like Alice in Wonderland.
The next morning I slept in…I think, not knowing what time I usually get up. At the foot of the bed was a basin and a pitcher of water, that I used to wash my face. I ran my fingers through my hair, combing it as best I could.
Even before I reached the kitchen I could smell the coffee.
Henry, was sitting at the table the newspaper spread out before him. “Goodmorning, movie star,” he said.
I gaped at the paper. My picture and headlines,’Britney Spears Disappears after fight with cameraman.’