Marilyn had vivid memories.In her current state of breakdown, she was crying and screaming, desperately. Because of the circle of light. The photos. She felt like she was simply naked in front of everyone, that everyone knew everything. But she remembered her husband. Arthur Miller. She remembered his writings about her. His smile. His eyes, and glasses. She remembered the first time he met him and how he always called her Norma Jean. Norma..jean. was she really Norma Jean. right now ?

"Norma.." "It's okay.." She heard, the voice of her husband muffled by her loud crying. He tried to hug her but she pulled away immediately. Fearing the touch. Fearing the touch of a man. The hand of a man..