The memories I have of Marilyn are of a friendly person, full of attention for everyone, from bricklayers to painters and artists. She was far from being a snob, an eccentric, or a manic-depressive during the times I spent with her. Marilyn was slender and full of energy, at peace with herself, and concerned about other people’s wellbeing. She was eagerly facing the future and anxious to see what might happen next. She was in full control of her life and seemed to be looking forward to her career as a mature actress. She was excited to harvest the fruits of her labour; her two most precious possessions were her house and her little white dog, Maf, whom she adored so much.