Tom chiarella and esquire magazine pictures

I once had dinner with Halle Berry at a clamshell table, a setting spread open to the room like a huge embrace, in a big glassy Italian restaurant on Beverly Boulevard in Los Angeles. Everyone there could see her. It was an interview, for a cover story for Esquire magazine. Me, sitting with Halle Berry. I kept thinking two words, kept wanting to say those words out loud, or spell them so a kind spider might knit them into its web so everyone could read them when the morning light splintered in.

These were the words: Some teeth. See, Halle Berry really does have some great teeth.

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Not breasts, or chins, or haircuts. Get close enough, and you see something you never noticed before. That woman has some teeth. This story is about me.