Here, on the wing of my mother’s divorce lawyer’s airplane, Jenny, in patent leather shoe boots (I’m wearing white knee socks, not sexy white patent-leather boots–at six years old, I hadn’t yet learned to compete) already looks like a femme fatale. Jenny has always loved movies. Throughout our childhood she’d stay up late watching the Million Dollar Movies, then the late late movies–illuminated in the blue glow of the television screen, our mother telling her repeatedly that it was time for bed. But Jenny could outlast our mother–tired, she’d give up, falling asleep while Jenny finished watching All About Eve or The Best Years of Our Lives or whatever happened to be playing The Searchers, Stagecoach. Jenny has written three novels and all of them, to some degree, have a noir element. Movies, she knows, she loves.
And check my “family” page for her books.