![]() ![]() The gardens would've been at their magnificent peak and stunning the air with fragrance. The steamy summer night, the blue wash from the spotlight moon. Standing in the yellow glare of sun with the dulling bite of March chilling her face, Cilla could see it perfectly. Even icons had to get their kicks somewhere. True or false, she imagined Janet Hardy, the glamorous, the tragic, the brilliant, the troubled, had enjoyed the buzz. ![]() Then again, Cilla thought as she studied the murky water of the lily-choked pond, neither had bothered-as far as she could ascertain-to confirm or deny while they'd had the chance. And since both parties were long dead, neither could confirm or deny. Though they'd both been married to other people at the time, the legend carried more cheer than disdain. In some versions of the legend, Steve had done more than cool off on that muggy summer night in Virginia -and he'd done the more with Cilla's grandmother. ![]() If true, and Cilla liked to think it was, the King of Cool had stripped off and dived in post The Magnificent Seven and prior to The Great Escape. ![]() According to legend, Steve McQueen once swam buck-naked among the cattails and lily pads in the pond at the Little Farm. ![]()
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