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My Ferrari had already been shipped back to the states, so I borrowed Simon Hessera’s Alfa Romeo convertible and drive her to Southampton in time to have lunch on board. Never having set foot in a big ocean liner before, we explored it like excited children, Sharon with tiny Prudence nestling I. The crook of her arm.
Something about parting made it different from other, more casual leave-takings, and both of us had tears in our eyes. ‘Okay, go now’, Sharon said abruptly. We walked down the companion way to the main exit. She hugged me tightly, pressing her belly against me in a way she’d never done it before, as if to remind me of the baby. As I held and kissed her, a grotesque thought flashed through my mind: you’ll never see her again. If nothing had, I might have no recollection of this premonition; as it is, the memory remains indelible m. While walking off the ship and back to the car, I told myself snap out of it, forget I’d ever had such a morbid feeling, call Victor Lownes, have a ball, see some girls.
I noticed on the way back to London that Sharon had left her bag in the car—a cheap canvas army surplus shoulder bag. To my delight, I found that it was possible to call the QE 2 at sea between certain hours. I got through to Sharon, and the more we talked, the more absurd my premonition seemed. There was nothing important in the bag, she said, then went on to tell me that Prudence enjoyed the motion of the ship; it kept her favorite toy, q squash ball, rolling all the time. ‘It’s a pity you didn’t come too’, she added. ‘There are movies and a gym; you’d have loved it.’”—Roman Polanski talking in his autobiography about the last time he saw Sharon.
Picture of Sharon and her dog Prudence taken by @terryoneillofficial in 1969.
Something about parting made it different from other, more casual leave-takings, and both of us had tears in our eyes. ‘Okay, go now’, Sharon said abruptly. We walked down the companion way to the main exit. She hugged me tightly, pressing her belly against me in a way she’d never done it before, as if to remind me of the baby. As I held and kissed her, a grotesque thought flashed through my mind: you’ll never see her again. If nothing had, I might have no recollection of this premonition; as it is, the memory remains indelible m. While walking off the ship and back to the car, I told myself snap out of it, forget I’d ever had such a morbid feeling, call Victor Lownes, have a ball, see some girls.
I noticed on the way back to London that Sharon had left her bag in the car—a cheap canvas army surplus shoulder bag. To my delight, I found that it was possible to call the QE 2 at sea between certain hours. I got through to Sharon, and the more we talked, the more absurd my premonition seemed. There was nothing important in the bag, she said, then went on to tell me that Prudence enjoyed the motion of the ship; it kept her favorite toy, q squash ball, rolling all the time. ‘It’s a pity you didn’t come too’, she added. ‘There are movies and a gym; you’d have loved it.’”—Roman Polanski talking in his autobiography about the last time he saw Sharon.
Picture of Sharon and her dog Prudence taken by @terryoneillofficial in 1969.