In their bedroom reposed a Hollywood bed. It was custom-made, it was large, it was the equal of twin beds placed together.
There was still the memory of early love on the studio couch in the one-room-and-kitchenette, there was still the recollection of the agreeable apartment with what it had signified of his developing career as a young executive, there was even the irony of the Hollywood bed. It was, altogether, a subject too painful to discuss.