My own crowd-facing scene with Marilyn occurred in a concert hall, or was it a theater? It was after the event, I recall clearly, that we were separated; and she was carried away (literally) by the surging body’s going for the aisles and exits. She called out to me ( I swear she was giggling ), ‘Meet me outside Claude!’ The crowd, knowing very well who she was, now turned in my direction: Claude ? Who is this guy ?
Indeed, who? I was a borrowed husband by agreement with my wife, doing escort service for a family friend. Fortunately, I wasn’t famous (poets have to die first),but it bewildered the crowd. I did then look a bit like Claude Rain (several inches taller, I insist). Marilyn had squirmed to a side door, I heard her urgent whisper to someone, 'Let me through, please. Get me a cab, would you ? Please ?’ She was out now, into the street, while I struggled to join her before she was whisked away by God knows who, agents of the evil empire, no doubt. While she was in no real danger, a crowd induced injury, a fall or trampling, was always possible. I was under orders from my wife to bring that sweet lady back safely. Luck was with us. Someone found a cab, Marilyn was pushed inside just as I emerged from the building. She hold the door open, I dived like a halfback; she hauled me up onto the seat, both of us winded. The driver maneuvered through the crowd - dear beneficent dangerous crowd - and finally got us to her apartment door on Sutton Place. Marilyn paid the cabbie and said to him, 'Take this gentleman to Brooklyn, to his door. He’s a poet and he might get lost.’ She turned to me. 'Great evening, Claude. We left them wondering who you are, isn’t that fun? Thank you. Love to Hedda and thank her too. I’ll call her tomorrow.’
She gave me one of her quick lovely smiles as she backed out of the cab. 'I left the cab fare in your coat pocket. Good night and thanks again.’
The $20 bill was more than enough. When I offered to return the change later, she asked innocently, 'What change?’ - Norman Rosten
Nissi, I don't know what to do. I am separated after I found out my husband had an affair with one of his coworkers. There's no way to fix things since he's happy living with her. I found my engagement ring last week and I feel I have to return it. What do you think I should do?