INCOGNITO
Gene smoothly shifted the white Ferrari 375 MM convertible into third gear as
soon as the romantic city streets of Rome melded into groves of dusky green
olive trees and lush rows of grapevines heavy with rich purple fruit. Her
terriers, Dottie and Dashiell, shared the passenger seat, their black noses
eagerly whiffing the exotic scents of the sun-drenched Italian countryside. Hard
at work on her third on-location film without a break, this rare day off was
just what Gene needed to separate her �reel life� from real life. And traveling
incognito with sunglasses and scarf is crucial for that separation to occur.
Though she dearly loves her fans, sometimes it�s nice to go incognito and be
just an ordinary, unremarkable person that no one would look twice at. The powerful vehicle purred as if with pleasure as she deftly passed a
slow-moving tourist bus. With her eyes on the road, Gene didn�t notice the
gaping faces pressed to the bus windows, their lips mouthing, �Isn�t that Gene
Marshall?� followed by the flash of cameras. She stopped briefly for gasoline,
but didn�t hear the admiring attendants murmur, �Que bella donna!� A shepherd
kissed his fingertips in appreciation for her beauty when she drove past. As she
pulled into the pretty country inn in time for her lunch date, the padrone
nearly tripped in his haste to welcome this gorgeous brunette American woman to
his restaurant. Incognito? No beautiful woman in a convertible sports car goes
unnoticed in romantic Italy!
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