well did!â Pa said and clapped his hands. âOnly just remembered it now that you say youâre reading about her. Never understood your lotâs fascination with all that make-believe.â
âPa, tell me!â
âWell,â he said with a smirk, âit must have been about fifty-five, fifty-six?â
âForget about the year! What happened?â
âYes, yes,â he said to calm me. Forget Sundays at the movies with Mum, Pa was the closest I was ever going to get to the real thing. I could have hugged and kissed him, was hanging on every syllable like each was the greatest high. âSo Ma made sure I got home early from work night after night so I could look after our Trisha. Well, thatâs what she was known by then . . . before all this Lana business. Ms Hepburn â would you listen to me â Katharine Hepburn, was here doing a tour of Shakespeare. Some nimble fella brought her here . . . a dancer . . . Helpin or something . . .â
âHelpmann? Robert Helpmann?â
âRings a distant bell . . .â he said, gazing off as though he could indeed hear one. âYeah, I think thatâs it. Anyway, they did some touring around the country and your Ma went, managed to get backstage, and met the great woman. It was more than just a stage-door autograph, as I recall.â
âSo they actually spoke? They exchanged words?â It was all too fantastic, almost impossible to believe. Why had I never known this before? Why had Mum never mentioned it?
âThe way your Ma told it, they became best friends! But no, not really. I canât remember how she managed to get her way in, but they exchanged pleasantries and shook hands.â
âWhat is she like? In person, I mean . . . what is it like to be that close to a Hollywood legend?â
âYour Ma said she was â divine was her word. Not your typical Ma word so it sticks in my head. Well spoken, gracious enough to accept compliments from a theatre novice like Ma. Thatâs about all I can remember really, Tommy. Now, you should get some sleep so you donât miss any more school.â
âBut Pa, this is just amazing! I canât believe you never told me before.â
âWell then, Iâm glad you liked hearing about it. Enjoy your book tonight, but just for a little while and then maybe tomorrow after school we can have a go at the weights together?â
âOkay, Pa, ânight.â
âNiânight, Tom. Maybe youâll dream Hollywood dreams? I think . . . I donât want to get your hopes up or anything, mate, but I seem to remember a signed theatre program among your Maâs things. Weâll have a look for that tomorrow too, eh?â
âTops,â I said, practically out of breath with excitement. And already my mind was beginning to race. I knew it would be another sleepless night.
I opened that Hepburn biography like it was a map to secret treasure. I half expected there to be mention of her tour of Australia, and a chance encounter with a charming woman from Seven Hills, details of their meeting and what was discussed. I raced through it faster than any book Iâd started before and I was less than ten pages into it when something quite unusual leapt out of the page at me: my own surname, staring me boldly in the face, the familiar word with its repetition of H and O. The skyline of the letters jumped out â so uncommon to see it in print â and my eyes darted ahead to the name. No doubt about it, there it was. I had to backtrack to find why it was there. Hepburnâs motherâs name: Houghton. My stomach was in my throat. It was more than a chance encounter with Ma; I was utterly convinced of it. They had met and exchanged more than mere words because we were related.
âPa!â I cried out, jumping from the comfort of my bed, running to my bedroom door and
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