6/7/2023 0 Comments Edie by jean stein![]() ![]() After a while, she would awaken and produce a little plastic bag containing tiny little chocolates, and, without a trace of embarrassment, merrily offer to share them! The lights would go down, the curtain rise-and zzzzzzzzz. This usually struck me as a wise decision, particularly as I was a drama critic at the time. She was extremely cultivated-and yet, for example, whenever we went to the theater or opera together, she would almost invariably fall asleep as soon as the curtain rose. Certainly, I’ve never known anyone quite like Jean. In the midst of trying to come to terms with the heartbreaking news of Jean Stein’s suicide on Sunday, I remember the happy, fun times spent with this remarkable figure in our lives who, in her beguiling, undeniably, unstoppably eccentric way, really was one of a kind. ![]()
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