The sun was beginning to set, we’d been there so long with me trying to make clear what I thought was a tragedy, when Kate Lake had beauty, friends, a red-hot husband, a beautiful child, and a boundless future, like Marco Polo setting out. And except for the weird fact that someone nasty from New York could mistake her for a “Hollywood wife,” nobody who knew her thought of her that way because we didn’t think of Hollywood that way, that it was something to be sneered at.
