A woman is sitting alone in the back of a sleepy Malibu café. She’s in her mid-70s, with striking blond hair running just past her shoulders, wearing a long-sleeved black crew neck. She has newspaper pages splayed across her table, reading keenly between sips of coffee. The clanging of dirty dishes being gathered in the back kitchen does not bother her. The scene feels routine, set by a regular who prefers a late-afternoon arrival to enjoy the peace of a restaurant resetting itself between prime mealtimes.

I walk past the woman to set up at a nearby table, in prep for an interview with the actress Amy Madigan . Before I can sit, my phone buzzes with a text from an unfamiliar local number: “I’m sitting inside.” I turn around. The woman is still reading, still undisturbed. But it has to b

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