So his name is Levi. That’s about the only thing I didn’t know about Bristol Palin’s pregnancy. The rest of the details I picked up almost without trying, while talking about other things with townsfolk some who know the governor and her family well, some who don’t.
In a scene in Stephen Frears’ Chéri, an aging courtesan named Lea, nude but for a sheet, is lying next to her lover. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs. Given that Fred, whose nickname is Chéri, is 30 years her junior and has been sponging off her for six years, the compliment could be construed as part of his job description.