June 17: Happy Birthday to Edward Duke, who would have been 64.
I've not really run out of things to say about him, but my memory is evaporating. I do recall the afternoon I spent in his dressing room at the National Theatre, where he was performing in Private Lives with Joan Collins. He had a long break in Act II when it was all about Joan, so we could visit for a bit.
I sat, and Edward lay flat on the floor to ease his backache. Conversation was awkward from that angle, but he filled a brief shy silence with a question that sounded almost like a litmus test.
"Do you like animals? I do."
Whether any discussion of our respective pets ensued, I don't recall. But I've used that line to fill in awkward gaps ever since.
love, hosaa
cat widow
