A Car and Two Old Movies

On driving with a boy, "North by Northwest," and "Gaslight"

When I was 14, I got into the car of a boy after a dance at the high school I went to in Woodmere, where mostly the kids were posh and knew more than I did about how to operate in the world—at least their world, which seemed to me then the whole world.* In a sense it was. I thought the boy liked me, although he didn’t know me, and I didn’t know him, and…