“That was how I picked up a girl as stunning as Kylie, when Jack was still dating Melanie Wolpert. Melanie Wolpert might have been a judge’s daughter and she might have screamed like Maria Callas whenever she and Jack did the wild thing together, but she had masses of wiry black curls and millions of moles and she thought that The Matrix was an art movie. Apart from that, she was a Scientologist and she smelled of vanilla pods. I met Kylie in the commissary at Cedars-Sinai. We were standing in l...ine with our brown melamine trays, and both of us reached for the last Cobb salad at the same time. ‘Go ahead,’ I said. ‘You have it. Please. I shouldn’t eat Cobbs anyhow, I’m allergic.’ She peered into the salad bowl. ‘I don’t even know what a Cobb is.’ ‘You’re having a Cobb salad for lunch and you don’t even know what a Cobb is?’ She shook her head. ‘I’m Australian. I’ve only been here for two weeks.’ Yowza, yowza, yowza, she was amazing. She was tall, nearly as tall as me, with very short, blonde hair, sun bleached and feathery.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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