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Saw him in a zillion-movies and TV. He was a star and big. She looked like she had to be his wife, not glamorous, maybe too much make-up. They looked old to me. "Old - how old are they ?" one of us said. "I heard ...", and then maybe some real-world gossip about them from the girls, you know - neighbors here. These girls were gossip-naughty. Maybe people look younger in the movies. David Niven had all the women-rich. Why would he have a wife ? It did-not click. This did not seem to be a glamorous woman. Wouldn't he-have a younger woman ? And glamour-some-gorgeous ?

They streak-snuck. They didn't want to be-seen or did they ? That was a question that became apparent, just by the witness of the grand secret sneak-away. Were they required to sneak-flee from fans ? Or was it to keep-up appearances ? For me, see-sawing this, the one and only time, I couldn't really discern. To see David Niven in the suit-flesh. What must I thought ? This was big-time. David Niven was forever elegance. To see-him without glamour, might collapse the stock-market. He had wavy grey-streaked hair, and an accent. He had a clipped-moustache. He was always a gentleman, even as a bad-guy. He had manners. He was deliberate and a ladies-man. He was fashionable. He was in black-and-white. He later-colored, just my impression of course, looked cartoon-ed. The days of elegance vanished, in a color-blind adage, of 'everything you-wanted to-know, but thought you-couldn't'. Elegance in black and white tongue-lashing, became-a-thing of past gossip-columns.

Yes - these were girls I could talk-to. They were a bit satirically-jaundiced, like my cousin-girls. They thought like I did. They were a suspicions lot. They could make jokes of the highest irony.

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