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One afternoon, I met Gwenyth Paltrow.

It was at the Getty museum in Los Angeles.

She was very tall, in an all white suit with her hail in a pony tail.

She looked very tired.

Nick and I had seen her earlier in the museum but we decided not to bother her.

She was with her family and looked very tired.

About a half an hour later, we were on the complete other side of the museum looking at a tiny painting in the corner of a big room.

Nick nudged my hip and we both looked up. she was looking at the same painting as us.
we exchanged calm "oh shit" looks...sighed..then both spoke up.

Her voice was very polite and calm ...genuine and friendly.

We gabbed about the Royal Tenenbaums of course...but kept conversation to a minimum. ..she looked very tired.

She signed our museum ticket stub: "to Nick and A...from Margot"

Afterwards we lay on the sloping lawn of the Getty, passing our new little signed treasure back and forth.

She wasn't Gwenyth that day.

It hadn't been too long since her father passed away.

and Margot's sad eyes shone through.

she looked very tired....