A pretty girl came up to say "Hello Henry" and then to tell us a bit about life. "I'm so cold," she complained gently. Henry put his arm over her shoulder but the insulation that kept him warm kept it from warming her. She said so, "but it's nice anyway. I get so lonely. It's nice to have someone put their arm around you."

She smiled wanly. One friendly hug from Henry wasn't enough. "That's all I want-just someone to comfort me when I'm feeling low. None of your big sex stuff, just some friendly guy. You know how sometimes you cry for no reason at all? Like there's nothing you can do because there's nothing you're really sad about. Sothere's nothing that can make it better. Just someone to be there with you and tell you it's all right. I just got married but my husband is in Canada and I have to wait here until I can get a permit to work there."

She turned to me. "He's a musician; he used to play at Henry's club. I met him there and like it happened right away. Only now there's all this hassle before we can live together."

She shrugged. "I guess I better get back to my seat: they're starting to shoot again."

Henry watched her as she walked back to her place, absent-mindedly picking her way over wadded bodies and coffee cups and discarded newspapers. "I hardly know her, poor kid. She used to come in every once in a while, then she got onto this guy in the band and I saw her quite a lot." She's the kind of girl that Henry can be friendly to but she's not his type. She's a sucker with a heart of gold.

I Mingle with the Stars

As a matter of fact, everyone I met bad a heart of gold.

I met Ali for the first time at the press reception, and again at the rink, where she remembered me. She asked me it I didn't want to borrow a pair of jeans (I was wearing a skirt) and insisted that I at least share her blanket.

People kept coming up with bits of paper and books and even those ubiquitous plates that held the coffeecakes for her signature and she sigaed them all, passing them on to Ryan, who was behind us.

She kept on burbling about what a marvelous skater Ryan had turned into, and in truth he was quite amazing for someone who'd only begun two days ago. Ali is enthusiastic about everything, except perhaps her marriage, which hasn't been much of anything yet because she has been so busy.

She married Bob Evans, senior vice-president in charge of world production for Paramount Pictures (which is producing this film), last October. "I'm still living out of a suitcase, y'know." she said with a troubled smile. "and I'm longing to settle down with Bob."

Ali doesn't expect to do another film very soon. She's very definite about acting being just a job. "I love it, and it's the only kind of work I'd ever do now, y'know."

"So you wouldn't go back to modeling?"

"Not now that I don't need to." Nntil she got the part of Brenda she made her living in the pages of Mademoiselle, Harper's Bazaar, and Glamour.

Ali is definitely a woman who acts, not an actress. "I want to be good at it though." she said. "I certainly hope I've learned something from Goodbye Columbus and that I'll do something more in this film."

"But what really is the difference between the two roles?"