“Have you met my significant other?” Anne shook her head, expecting him to introduce a strapping young man, possibly, most likely, in the acting profession. Instead he blew a kiss to a taught, angular woman in her late sixties / early seventies wrapped in an Indonesian sarong. She smiled serenely. She was stunning. Anne tried to place the face, and then she realized she was looking at a bombshell from the fifties—Toni Todd.
Oh my god. She’s my father’s age—eighty, Anne marveled silently at an image from the screen come to life and almost perfectly preserved…
