Marilyn and JFK were just kids. Two kids, one ruling the world and one that the world was in love with. Maybe they both knew what they were doing, but chances are, they didn't. When the world throws everything at you, all remaining sanity goes out the door. Just two sweet souls, confused by everything, like children playing in a hotel.
Putting momma's red lipstick on in the ritz and wearing daddy's shiny dress shoes in the hilton, pretty soon no where seems to feel like home. It's all gold crusted rooms and bottles of champagne. The only time you are really home is when you're with that other person. That one person that makes you feel like you could make a home anywhere.