Kath in Winter

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He opened his eyes to a vision: she sat before him, the woman whose smile could light a galaxy.

Although Ross Herrick smiled at her, she did not move. Although he murmured a greeting, she did not reply.

A reply would have astonished him. She was, after all, just a picture—a picture of the greatest actress ever to grace the Silver Screen. The present Kath didn’t look like that photo any more, of course; the photo was sixty-two years old, and the living, breathing Kathleen Tepper was but an ember of the woman he now gazed upon.

By all accounts, however, she still sparkled. Her fire might now be an ember, but it was a shining ember indeed. Their mutual friends had told him this, though he himself had never met her.

He would meet her soon. Tomorrow, in fact, when he would attend a party. The hostess had promised that Kath would appear.

Ross glanced at the clock, noting the time with horror. He went into hyperdrive, pulling on khaki slacks, struggling to pull a polo shirt over his muscular shoulders, grabbing his leather jacket and duffel, and tugging a comb through his dark curls as he ran out the door to his Jeep. His plane for Seattle left in less than two hours. He wanted very much to meet Kath, and this would probably be his only chance. She was, after all, very old now. She couldn’t have much time left.

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