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...snowed lightly the first two days as we put on our parkas and our warm--ups and rode the lifts. There was already a lot of snow on the ground-nice lightsvowder, came to right above your ankles, perfect conditions for "the powder capital of the West." On the third day, the sky turned mean and the wind whipped though your warmups. It was lunch when it happened-you felt it at first, the Snow Pine lodge shook a little and the earth rumbled but there was nothing to see from the window. The earth shook, nothing, mind you, like...
...quietly, no one around them need be aware of her actions." Still more surreptitious is the course she advises for a woman when she senses that the man is uncomfortable about her paying: "She should excuse herself at dessert time on the pretext of going to the powder room and make the bill arrangements then...
...crowded into the ancient Plaza of the Prince of Benlloch to hail the arrival of Andorra's two sovereign Princes. It was their first meeting ever on Andorran soil, and a cordial though somewhat subdued salute was given Andorra's rulers by the local militia. They fired powder-loaded hunting rifles, since the country has no standing army and hence no cannons...
...floating powder keg needs only a spark to explode. It soon gets one, as Mia Farrow shows up again and boards the cruise. One night in the saloon she shoots her ex-lover in the leg, dropping the gun on the floor in panic. The doctor leads Fiance away, while the socialite's companion (a nurse) looks after Mia. When the Marxist goes for the gun, it's missing. Next morning, Ridgeway is found shot, with a J drawn in blood on the wall next to her. But it can't be Jackie, who was in sight of the nurse...
...self-display. There are trips to Palo Alto to work with her orchestrator. Hairdresser John Bettiol works over her for hours, striving for that perfect balance between wholesomeness and sophistication. He coaxes Christine's permed frizz into a Cosmo-mane of curls, daubing her face with goo and powder. Sneaking a peek in the mirror, she is aghast. Her mouth is caked in red sludge. "It should have blood dripping from it," she jokes. The photographer is unimpressed. What Christine hates most is the fake eyelashes...