Eve's Hollywood

The city was so madly beautiful and nobody could do anything but go along with it—the worst month (except for August) had turned into a springtime romance.

Every time she came to a corner with a newsstand on it, Gilbert Wood was glaring out of the cover of People, aflame with sex and rage. But he still hadn’t called her,

But Jacaranda couldn’t face New York. New York had Max in it. She’d be bound to run smack into him just walking down the street. What was so great about L.A. was that you never ever ran into anyone by accident, only purposely. Nobody was “at large” on the streets; there were too many streets, and people were either inside their cars or home.

She made enough money to get her own West Hollywood apartment, gas, and drugs, and not have to be in a regular office where they expected her to wear shoes.