Minka Kelly is so small that it is in the water, floating at the end of the towpath. She is a head. Her brown hair is stretched, and a perfect ponytail up and down to the surface like a question mark. She smiles - you can see the teeth of the boat. The sun feels good, and curdles a breeze from the waves at sea in the Great South Bay of Long Island, an hour or so outside the city. The 385 hp MasterCraft hums in the water, and the excitement that had built during the Manhattan campaign is all there in its wobble, the smile away. She can not wait.
Ponytail wearing the first time that most people every time I saw her - on her TV show, Friday Night Lights, the first season episode. She was a school cheerleader, kissing the quarterback in the driveway. That was four years ago, when it was twenty years in real life and working as a scrub nurse - caesarean sections, amputations, craniotomy (bone flap is temporarily removed from the skull to access the brain), gunshot wounds, crops organs, boob jobs, tummy tucks - before receiving the call he had been chosen for a lead role in a new network drama. In the pilot, the spotlight in the garage of his illuminated from behind while she laughed and looked at the quarterback's eyes and changed the hair and you want to be in high school again.






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