‘She came trotting forward in a rather tight dress and white high heels, moved around the police officer and said: “Hello, honey, are you waiting to see me?” (in a tone that suggested that was the most unlikely thing in the world). I was conscious of blushing, and stammered nervously: “Miss Monroe, I just wanted to say, ‘Welcome to England’, and to give you these,” and I handed her the wilting roses.
   ’The expression on her face and in her eyes was as if I had handed her something priceless from Cartier. “Oh sweetheart, that is so lovely of you.” I noticed that her blonde hair was rather disheveled-possibly the result of wearing a wig- and that her face and eyes had traces of screen make-up that had not been entirely removed. There was nothing grand or stand-offish about her. One might have thought she had never been given flowers before in her life, and her simplicity of manner certainly did not suggest that this was the most famous woman in the world.
   ’Behind her I saw her stern-faced husband, in heavy horn-trimmed glasses, glowering and frowning at this encounter. He then called out to her in a very autocratic voice: “Will you come into the house now please?” “How old are you honey?” she asked. “I’m fifteen,” I said. “Fifteen? And you went to all this trouble to bring me these? I’m going to go and put them in water right away. Thank you, my darling.”
   ’She turned towards the detective, then turned back, and to my amazement, she planted a very gentle kiss full on my lips- the sort of innocent kiss a child might give. “Bye bye honey.” she called as she walked away, leaving me in a state of surreal disbelief.
   ’The detective said: “Don’t go telling your schoolfriends where the house is, will you?” I promised I wouldn’t.’  
-Part 2 (Marilyn Monroe: Private and Confidential by Michelle Morgan) 

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