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After Matthew’s next secret phone call to Brooke, he hurried, late to fencing, but stalled twice, seized by echoing pleasure.
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Sung’s blade pressed and cut. “I’m in charge of discipline. The deception was strategic, because you put us at risk.” He had arranged a sword-fighting preview, “When we’re in New York for Christmas.”
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When Brooke stopped sobbing after her harrowing escapade, Fletcher said, “Now tell me what happened, dear, and we shall banish every unfortunate memory.”
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She divulged most of her regrets and he suggested that she just relax while he directed Sunday’s rehearsal.
Fletcher returned early, however, and hectored Brooke until she said, “Surely, it’s five o’clock somewhere—and where’s your cigarette?”
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From across the ocean Brooke enraptured him.
But when Matthew tried to tell her how much he loved her, an awful silence fell. She hung up without saying she loved him—or even good-bye.
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He didn’t have her lively intuition. Brooke wrote to him with such a lyrical passion. His replies, the best he could do? You give me new ways to think and feel. You fill me with joy.
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He drank the minimum to maintain. At first, of course, maintaining at the theatre where he and Dickie had directed “Little Shop of Horrors” was nearly impossible. By the time the musicians had shown up, Dickie had contracted his first pneumonia.
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But two weeks ago, when Brooke gave him headphones, the music of Fletcher’s youth had turned him into a righteous punk. He still drank but to little effect.
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The first time Brooke stepped from a taxi wearing a strapless mini-dress and towering high heels, the doorman had hurried over and issued her inside while a throng of equally underdressed young women stood shivering behind a velvet rope.
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Last week she had tried a nightclub where one wall was a live-TV screen. The music pounded inside her and Brooke’s whole body followed. Watching herself in high-def had inspired her to... Read Full Story
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On Friday, Fletcher asked Brooke to accompany him on his cigarette break. He removed his headphones and the tinny refrain leaked out, “You really got me girl. You got me so I can’t sleep at night…” Fletcher taunting her for keeping Matthew sleepless? Or a coincidence? She didn’t care.
And she wished she didn’t care that Matthew was fucking the new Bond girl. But she did care. Last night his voice on the phone sounded all wrong when he told her three times that she was his only lover—so... Read Full Story
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When their salads arrived, Kyle said, “I assume you know who my parents are.”
Matthew ate a tasty cherry tomato. “The truth is I don’t.”
“My father,” Kyle said, “is a BBC producer and my mother is twice removed from Sir Elton John.”
Matthew heightened his James Bond accent. “Does that make you thrice removed, Kyle? Because I’ve met Sir Elton and see no resemblance.”
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Irritable and restless from alcohol and cigarette deprivation, Fletcher relied on Brooke to run the rehearsals while he sweated and quivered behind the last row.
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To Brooke, the thin, quick woman playing the mother in “Pious Lies” embodied the play’s spirit. Her wit appeared in little gestures and her movement punctuated every interaction.
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Hearing her low, clear—annoyed—voice lifted him; Matthew felt really high.
Brooke was annoyed he had confused his nine-year-old son’s soccer vidoes. Of course, she knew her mother made and sent them. But did she have any idea that her mother’s camera zoomed in on her face for entire minutes? At any game she attended, Brooke was always in view.
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For the next sequence of “Readiness Is All,” Pinewood’s huge 007 studio procured mudflats, ancient ruins, and mazes of shifting terrain.
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An assistant brought the slate and Harold nodded—action:
Bond and Otto chase each other through rocky swamps, taking cover behind igneous outcroppings. A shadow lifts and Bond leaps after Otto. Tricks of light skew his aim but a bullet nicks Otto’s arm. And when the Dane fires five rounds of... Read Full Story
