And the paparazzi never caught on, she thought. I wonder why that was. Maybe it was because Entertainment Weekly said Houston and Costner looked like “two statues attempting to mate” and the Washington Post called The Bodyguard “a wondrously trashy belly flop.” And I also look nothing like tall, thin Whitney Houston. Yeah, that’s probably the real reason. However, today, a bright, sunny, and hot LA day, she didn’t want to sneak by anyone. I am going out in style today. Just not my own style. She looked outside and saw a lone photographer lurking near her car. I’m down to one photographer. I hope I can make him some money today. She wore her bluest jeans, black suede Timberland boots, and a crisp white button-down blouse in an attempt to match Patrick. As an afterthought, she grabbed the overcoat. In honor of Whitney. Besides, it might be cold in St. Louis. She debated taking her car to the airport. What will happen to my car if I don’t come back? If I leave it here, the birds will turn it white.
