It was with great sadness that I learned this morning of the death of Lauren Bacall. I grew up listening to my mother talk about her films, her love for Bogart, her voice and just how wonderful she was.
During a weekend stay in London many years ago, we were walking back from a restaurant to our hotel, when we saw her walking towards us. We were in Park Lane and it was quite late. She was all alone, hands thrust into the deep pockets of her raincoat, just walking down the road in the rain.
‘Look’ I said in a louder than expected whisper to my husband, ‘it’s Lauren Bacall.’
She turned toward us and said in that amazing voice of hers, ‘Yes it is, but keep it under your hat.’