F I C T I O N I met Kate Hepburn yesterday outside of Target. I know. It seems so improbable. You never think of her as a Target customer.
You look fantastic, I exclaimed as I hugged her svelte frame.
And your hair, it’s gorgeous.
“Fuck the roots.”
I’ve always wanted to know what your secret is. How did you get to live the life you wanted?
But didn’t you feel like you missed out on things you wanted to do?
“Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.”
From what I’ve read about you, you must have been one of the bad girls then.
“I don’t care what is written about me as long as it isn’t true.”
Well you didn’t get much help from the Hollywood establishment.
“If you need a helping hand, you can find one at the end of your arm.”
You showed them. You bought out your studio contract and picked your projects.
But didn’t some of the critics make you angry?
“Enemies are so stimulating.”
They thought you dressed funny, wearing trousers at a time when women just didn’t do that.
And you kept on working in film and television well into your 80’s.
Your career had lots of ups and downs in the movie business. That must have been hard on you.
Good mantra. I bet that catches on.
So true. Life can be a bitch.
“Life is hard. After all, it kills you.”