I drove to Los Angeles as many weekends as I could. He had style—tailored shirts, cufflinks, and a green Jaguar XKE in the driveway, which he later painted red. Dim sum waits for no one.”After a quick rinse, I joined Maurice and his date, Holly, at a dim sum parlor in L.A.’s Chinatown. That evening, we changed into suits, mine a borrowed gray one that didn’t quite fit, and drove up Sunset Boulevard in Maurice’s freshly painted red Jaguar. We shared a dim sum lunch, and she handed me the Polaroid from the Playboy Club.