Gloria Grahame’s gin-and-tonic stretches her shadow out towards Miss Grahame’s gauzy arm. Not too precariously – she doesn’t want to look foolish in front of Bogart’s gin-and-tonic. And as she stretches her shadow, and looks, she discovers an intense longing to be like that beautiful diamond earring, shadowed so perfectly on a smooth neck, and then she wonders what’s wrong with her to be dreaming of how her own shadow might otherwise be, or if that’s even wrong.⠀