I can’t remember who first called her, ‘The Doll’. If memory serves me well, I think it was her Aunt May
“You, young‘un, are the sweetest, kindest little doll, I ever did see.”
So the name stuck, and although she had two more sisters (just as sweet), she was the one always called The Doll.
When she was a kid, she’d watch ‘I Dream of Jeanie’ on the television which stood in the corner of the lounge, and was never really looked at, by anyone else in the family. This is probably where she got the taste for the thing that would drive her on in later years - fame.
It was all she could think of, to be as famous as Marilyn, or to be as well-dressed as Jackie. But her family weren’t the wealthiest in town, so she had to think of a way to get up there, to get to the top.
In High School, she started ‘putting-out’ for the quarter-backs, who would take her to a party and have their way with her. The only time she would be mentioned again, was in the locker room, when they were having a show of hands on who had been there.
Somewhere along the way, she started dating the geeks, usually the ones who lived up in Lovell Drive (where the mansions were) and whose daddies ran the local industries. Their families were normally pleased to see that their sons could get a girl like her. But soon some of the parents realised that she was just working her way along the drive, and the invitations stopped.
She got what she was looking for – kind of – when she was pointed at in school, but not in a good way. At home, she’d walk in the front door, smile and laugh with gritted teeth. If she made it through a family meal, she’d go upstairs and cry her heart away into the middle of the night.
She couldn’t understand where she was going wrong. All she wanted to have happen, was folks to notice her.
In college, she started to grow into a real beauty and some of the best of the men would ask her out on a date. But they didn’t make her happy, because they couldn’t make her famous.
She started going to parties where she knew the better looking kids hung out. Many times she’d just sneak in and given how good she looked, she’d quickly fit in. But she’d always leave her personality behind at home, and so she didn’t make the impression she felt she was due.
She thought she might be an actress and got herself an agent (not the best of men) who got her parts in stage plays, and ‘walk-ons’ in b-movies. Still, it got her a write-up in the local paper and that made her feel good about herself.
She dated a couple of older actors whom she’d met on set, and who were on the slide - on the other side of their careers. One treated her well, but wasn’t into a physical relationship, the other had a lot of money and took upon himself to beat her badly on several occasions.
It was the same week that she was released from hospital with another broken bone that she decided to head for Hollywood and the big time.
She met him the first day she arrived.
She’d bumped into him as he was carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee. It burned and hurt, but she didn’t complain because she recognized him as a runner who had just won several gold medals in the Olympics.
He looked good too, and she liked what she saw. They looked great together.
Within a month, she had moved in with him up in the Hills and she began to get photographed; some of them even made it into the magazines.
She could deal with his anger rages, as long as she kept getting her face seen about town. Sometimes she cried in the bath, sometimes she didn’t. She was where she was, because she wanted to be.
He told the police that the gun had gone off accidentally.
It had been the one he had used in the movie, ‘The Silent Soldier’. He had been showing some close friends the gun at his mansion, and when they’d left he’d only pointed at her as a joke. He didn’t know (swear to God) it was loaded.
So in the end she got to be famous - especially at his court case when her face was splashed around the world.
As the judge said in the summing up: “sometimes you got to be careful what you wish for”.