"Ricky—my wife—gets mistaken for her. We go into night clubs and sometimes they give us a swell table and people begin asking each other who the hell I am—thinking they've identified Ricky."
"She's sweet—Miss O'Sullivan."
"Ricky is, too."
"Who's the most beautiful one you ever met?"
"The most beautiful one—I never met. Hedy Lamarr."
"You could, though. Celebrities can meet each other."
"I'm only about a Class D celebrity."
"Suppose—?" She eyed me speculatively. "Suppose some glamorous dame and you met. Suppose you got a yen for her? What would you do?"
"God knows."
"I'm serious. After all, you've written enough articles and books and stories about it. Do you mean what you say? Or are you just trying to be sensational?"