I’m in Hollywood

Eric also quickly learned the identity of Betsy Murphy. This woman about the same age as Katherine is now a lecturer at Columbia University. Back then, the two were classmates in the same dormitory. be good friends. ∑,

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when they walked out of the auditorium where the lecture was held. Eric and Catherine planned to leave, but they were dragged by Becky Murphy to visit her house.

Betsy Murphy's home is in a small apartment on the Upper West Side. Her husband, Charlton Hawkins, is also a teacher at Columbia University. The two have been married for six years, but have no children.

Eric, you have been with Katherine for a long time, you have to be careful, don't look at her as a very gentle woman, but she is full of violence in her bones. During dinner, after drinking a few glasses of red wine, Bei Qi. Murphy's words began to increase.

I haven't discovered this yet, how did you know? Eric asked curiously.

Catherine made a helpless look.

Betsy Murphy put down the goblet and glanced at Katherine, as if asking for a woman's opinion, but quickly said, Don't talk about her movies, when we were both students at Columbia, many people I found this out. There was a painting class... Betsy Murphy said, stretched out her arms, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: She drew on such a large piece of paper. It scares people to death with such a bloody thigh.

Betsy, that's not a thigh, I remember explaining it. It was an arm. Catherine retorted helplessly.

Ah. I always thought it was a thigh, Betsy Murphy's eyes widened, and then she said again: But what's the difference, anyway, it's all bloody things, me and Pat and the others have always been worried , will you have a split personality, suddenly become a female devil when we are not prepared, and pull out a knife to kill us all.

I want to tell you now.

Everyone at the table laughed.

During the whole dinner time, Betsy Murphy kept telling the interesting stories of Catherine in Brabladi, and Eric's cognition of women became more specific. It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that Eric and Catherine walked out of Betsy Murphy's house, and Eric's car had been parked at the gate of Betsy unknowingly.

The two got into the car, and after saying goodbye to Betsy Murphy and his wife, the car quickly drove to Broadway.

The car drove for ten minutes.

Eric saw the woman sitting next to him reaching out and rubbing his forehead lightly, and asked with concern, Did you drink too much and feel dizzy?

Catherine nodded: It's okay. Just go back and rest for a while.

Eric beckoned the driver to stop and opened the door. Although Catherine was a little curious, she walked down and stepped on the streets of Manhattan at night. The cold air quickly made Catherine feel a little more comfortable.

Walking for a while will make you feel better, Eric said, walking to the curb first.

The bodyguard drove the car and followed the two people in a hurry. Eric and Catherine walked side by side on the street, watching the shops on both sides of the street and the traffic on the road, and didn't say much.

When passing an alley, Eric saw a group of young people gathered around the door of a dance hall, his mind moved, and he pulled the woman beside him: Let's go there and see?

Catherine glanced at it, and just wanted to shake her head and say forget it, but saw that Eric had turned into the alley, hesitated, and the woman followed.

This is a disco, perhaps because the ballroom was too full, the guards at the door did not put all the young people outside.

Eric and Catherine walked through the crowd side by side and came to the chain that intercepted the guests. Eric was about to communicate with the guards and let them in. The man in a suit who was standing with his hands behind his back looked at the two of them. Lifting his chin towards the guard, the guard took off the chain and motioned for the two to enter.

After depositing their coats, the two walked deep into the long corridor. Eric glanced at the woman beside him and asked curiously, Isn't this your first time here?

Catherine nodded: I've never been to a place like this before.

Eric smiled: Actually me too.

Before entering the hall, Eric and Catherine heard the loud music and came to the entrance of the hall. In the flickering lights, the two saw countless men and women dancing happily with the music on the dance floor. The temperature was below freezing, but most of the women in the hall were wearing revealing clothes, and many men were also topless, revealing large tattoos.

Catherine was obviously a little uncomfortable seeing this scene: Why don't we go back, it's past nine o'clock.

Since you're here, let's sit for a while, Eric said, reaching for the woman and walking towards the bar.

Catherine felt that her hand was suddenly grabbed by Eric, and quickly broke free, glared at Eric and warned: Don't do this.

Okay, Eric smiled, although the woman said so, he didn't see much disgust in her eyes.

Asking for twice the whisky, Eric led the woman to an vacant sofa in the corner and sat there.

I'm really crazy to come to a place like this with you, Catherine sat down beside Eric, straightening her waist habitually, but looked curiously at the crowd dancing wildly on the dance floor.

I've never been here before. It's hard to imagine that you haven't been to such a place. Haven't you lived here for many years?

Some people never do certain things in their entire life, even if it's within easy reach of them.

Oh, I see, Eric glanced at the woman's face that looked less than thirty years old. If Catherine couldn't maintain a restrained attitude towards life, it must be a different look now. The place is undoubtedly the place that wears the body and mind the most.

Taking a sip of the whisky in his hand, Eric suddenly asked, I remember more than ten years ago, there seemed to be a 'disco get out' movement, you know?

Catherine nodded: That time, Becky and the others just took me to watch the game. I didn't expect someone to set a lot of disco records in the middle of the game. Later, the young people on the street didn't know why, and they all put on stamps. wearing a '-' t-shirt, and many discos were closed during that time. (To be continued..)u