radicalducati Chapter 1469 11468 We once broke into Hollywood together
Chapter 1469 11468 We once broke into Hollywood together
Chapter 1469 1.1468 We once broke into Hollywood together
Intensive Care Unit, State Hospital, Norwalk, California, 1934.
"Gladys, are you okay?" the young woman sitting next to the hospital bed asked softly.
"You are... Grace. Where am I?" The woman who had just woken up from the effects of the sedative on the hospital bed looked pale and haggard for the rest of her life.
"You are in the hospital. The person who sent you said that you were waving a bread knife like crazy and shouting that someone was going to kill you." A woman named Grace also heard about it.
"Really..." The female mental patient named Gladys was trying her best to recall the last moment of madness before she lost her mind: "I seem to have some impressions."
"Take good care of yourself, Gladys. The doctor said you are worse than before this time." Grace comforted softly.
"Norma, my Norma." The female mental patient named Gladys' emotions suppressed by drugs became excited again.
"Mom!" A girl rushed into the ward.
"My baby." The female mental patient hugged her biological daughter tightly.
My friend Grace also felt the same and quietly wiped away tears.
After an unknown amount of time, the exhausted girl fell asleep in her mother's arms. The female mental patient who also calmed down made an important decision: "Grace, can you help me take care of Norma for a while?"
"Of course, Gladys." Grace nodded solemnly.
"It won't be long before I'm discharged from the hospital and go to Hollywood to find a job as a (movie) editor, and then I'll bring Norma back. Nothing can separate us, not even that devil whispering in my ear. Here." The female mental patient murmured to herself with a determined look as she handed the sleeping little angel in her arms to her friend.
This is a mother's promise.
Soon after, the little girl, sleeping in her mother's arms, woke up from the bumpy back seat of the car.
I opened my eyes gently and realized that it was no longer my mother's ward. The girl who had experienced too many similar separations sat up obediently. So that the woman who is concentrating on driving can see herself in the rearview mirror.
"Ah, Norma. You're awake." The woman who was concentrating on driving was Grace who was visiting her friend in the hospital.
"..." The little girl stared at the rearview mirror, motionless.
"What should I do... Yes, let me introduce myself first. My name is Grace McKee. You can call me Mrs. McKee, or Aunt Grace. I am your mother's good sister. We were together Breaking into Hollywood..."
"Hello, Mrs. McKee." The little girl finally said, "My name is Norma Jeane."
"Hello, Norma." Mrs. Grace McGee, who didn't know how to end her opening remarks, was interrupted in time and breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, your mother looks fine. Just like she said. , will get better soon..."
"Where are we going?" the little girl interrupted Mrs. Grace McGee just right.
"Oh, go to my house." The female driver stabilized the steering wheel, turned around and said with a smile: "It's your home too."
"Okay, Mrs. McGee." The little girl knew where she was going and had no doubts.
"By the way, Norma. How old are you this year?" Mrs. Grace McGee was somewhat surprised by the mature little girl.
"8 years old." After saying that, the girl looked out the window for the first time.
1941 6 Month 1 Day.
Sherman Oaks, California, home of Mr. and Mrs. McGee.
"Uncle McGee, don't do this!" Norma, dressed as a doll, looked at the middle-aged man who was pressing her firmly on the dining table in horror.
"You have grown up, my little cutie. Look, we just celebrated our 15th birthday." The man pinched the girl's neck with one hand and untied his belt with the other: "Think about how I have raised you from dawn to dusk for so many years. Oh, my little cutie, just think of it as paying the child support for yourself! There is no such thing as a free lunch, right?" He said, tearing up the girl's shorts in the princess skirt.
The girl who heard the words "There is no such thing as a free lunch" suddenly stopped resisting like a puppet with its strings cut off the moment the man tore off her shorts.
"That's right, my little cutie. My baby sweetheart. Uncle McGee won't hurt you." Just when the man was trembling and about to pounce. "Zizzizi——" The lightning flashed and his whole body convulsed. I saw Uncle Mikey with crooked eyes and slanted mouth, foaming at the mouth. He was knocked away on the spot by an electric bat inserted into his crotch from behind.
It's still that thick and long old-fashioned police electric baton. Commonly known as the "electric mace".
There were sparks and lightning all the way, and even the thick thigh hair was burned to char with a "sizzling" sound.
"Are you okay?" A strange man holding an old-fashioned police electric baton and smiling with white teeth burst into the girl's eyes.
"Who are you?" The girl had not yet recovered from the extreme shock.
"Ah, new neighbor." The strange man first turned off the electric prod, then reached out to help the girl lying on the dining table: "My name is Wu Chen, and Wu is my surname."
"You are Chinese." The girl who had just escaped from trouble quickly pulled down her skirt: "(Mom took) me to Chinatown in San Francisco."
"Yes, I am." Wu Chen avoided his eyes like a gentleman.
"You said you are the new neighbor?" The girl was full of gratitude to the man who saved her innocence.
"Ah, yes." As he said that, Wu Chen pointed to the old wooden house outside the window: "This is my home."
"That's Mr. Doherty's home." The girl immediately put down her last guard: "Mr. Doherty's son James works at the Lockheed Aircraft Factory."
"Ah, yes." Wu Chen smiled: "I heard that this James Dougherty is also an (American) football star at Van Nuys High School in Los Angeles."
"But why did he move away..." There was a hint of sadness in the girl's expression.
"I don't know. But, everyone has their own plans for their own lives. So parting and getting together are common." Wu Chen explained with a smile, and then changed the subject:
"By the way, what should I call you?"
"Norma Jeane." Then the girl remembered the situation at hand, and immediately cheered up: "Oh my God, how is Uncle McGee?"
"It should be fine... right?" As he said that, Wu Chen looked at the old-fashioned police electric baton in his hand that was so long that it could almost be used as a crutch: "There is a high probability that I can still take care of myself. As for whether I have other abilities, I don't know. No guarantee.”
"Pfft——" The girl was immediately amused: "I haven't thanked you properly yet, Mr. Wu (Woo)."
"No need." Looking at "Uncle McGee" who was stunned on the ground and his crotch was completely black, Wu Chen's smile was clear and transparent: "I haven't wished you a happy birthday yet, Norma."
Watching the ambulance whizzing away carrying Uncle McGee, who "accidentally got electrocuted while using a hair dryer", the girl let out a long sigh of relief: "Sir, why did you move here from San Francisco (Chinatown)?"
"Of course it's for the job at the Van Nuys Aircraft Factory." Wu Chen replied: "You know, (it was) during the war."
"Is it the same job as Lockheed Aircraft Factory?" The girl's eyes lit up.
"No, we are manufacturing an unmanned target drone." Wu Chen explained with a smile: "It is used as a target for fighter jets... By the way, I heard that the factory is preparing to recruit a group of female riveters."
"Like 'Rosie the Riveter'?" The girl immediately grasped the point.
"That's right." Wu Chen nodded lightly.
"So sir, can you help me get this job?" Although it was too much to ask a stranger whom she met for the first time, but considering her situation, the girl could no longer care so much. As for the remuneration to be paid, she has already thought about it. As "Uncle McGee" said, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
"Of course, why not?" Wu Chen readily agreed. No mention of payoff at all.