It was around '84, maybe '85. I was platonically friendly with Kathryn, a whipsmart production executive, a woman with a good heart who suffered no fools. She was sharing a sizable home in Topanga Canyon with a couple of others, and every so often would invite friends over on the weekend. I attended a couple of these schmoozers. Filmmakers, publicists, producers, writers, production veterans...late 20s to late 30s.

A day after one of the get-togethers Kathryn called to say that a female friend of hers liked me, and that I should give her a ring. Let's call her Laura. I wasn't sure who she w...

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