My first morning home I was having breakfast in bed when Bogie went off to work. Before he left, he stopped in to see his son—I had the intercom on and suddenly heard in a soft, new voice, ‘Hello, son. You’re a little fella, aren’t you? I’m Father. Welcome home.’ It was so unexpected, so moving. He’d never been faced with a tiny creature of his own before. He wasn’t sure what to say to him or how to say it. He was just letting him know that he was there—that he’d do his best and was glad to have him. Lucky Steve. Lucky me. —Lauren Bacall: By Myself and Then Some.
Lauren Bacall & Humphrey Bogart at the premiere of ‘How To Marry a Millionaire’, 1953.
Humphrey Bogart & Lauren Bacall riding a gondola in Venice, Italy.
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It was all clear blue sky all the way-as I was sure our life would be. I couldn’t forget Bogie’s tears. Every time I looked at him I welled up. How had I lived before him? I couldn’t remember my life before him—it all ran together, like watercolors. It seemed that everything that had ever happened to me had led to this day with him. I don’t know whether it was his particular personality, his strength and purity of thought, or whether all brides feel that way. Probably a combination. I had no doubt that this happiness would last forever. I could not imagine living a minute without him. From now on I would not have to—we were together now, like the man said, “till death do you part”.
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