with the pen, tips and ink.
Marcia Lehr hired me. And as if that weren’t enough, she kindly agreed to my working
at home. I showed her photographs of the twins and gave her a shortened version of my
marriage difficulties that had left me to raise them as a single mother. “Until I can afford
to buy another car, I’ll have to bike to work,” I said.
“That’s the preferred method of transportation in several countries of the world,” she
said. “You’ll be riding in style.”
Marcia was a godsend in more ways than I can count. Her generosity and friendship
was bountiful, including a salary that soon allowed me to buy a used car. It was in good
shape and I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I could get the girls, who Marcia called
“Tootsie and Wootsie” to the pediatrician for checkups or illnesses, to the homes of their
grandparents and aunties, and to parks for romping in the grass. Having a car at my
disposal also meant I could make better use of my time for grocery shopping and other
errands. Marcia also introduced me to Weight Watcher’s; we attended weekly meetings
together and discussed our ongoing battle with weight, after I confessed my cookie binge
while learning the elaborate and graceful Spencerian Script.
Marcia was one of the most warm-hearted people I was ever privileged to know. She
was the queen of all the Hollywood parties and forever a queen in my heart. She would
be so proud of how her son and daughter have taken over the reins of her company and
made the business an even bigger success today while maintaining her reputation for
producing only the finest work. To this day, I remain in touch with her family.
Another wonderful event happened. After Anita had to return back to Mexico I heard
about Japanese exchange students studying at the “Beverly Hills International School of
Language”. It was located near my house. That is how my beautiful Miyuki Tomita God-
daughter arrived. She was like an older sister to the girls.
Charles continued to visit the girls, although he came less often now that we were
divorced. It seemed that all he could deal with was the control of his erratic behavior.
There was a part of me that always felt sorry for him; he was like a lost soul. For the rest
of his life, he remained in the small apartment he had first leased upon our
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