Marilyn had to go through what she did.  I knew right then and there that I lost all respect for Frank Sinatra and vowed that when I got home, I would break or burn any records or tapes or cds I had of his.

  “I’m not sure she knew all of what happened that weekend.  She had no proof of anything, and one person’s word against her foggy memory.  Joe did get to eventually see her, but it was from afar.  They saw each other at the lodge, through misty fog.  She probably wondered if she was dreaming him there, wishing, fantasizing.  He never saw her alive again.  He was in San Francisco, at Candlestick Park, doing a baseball thing when he heard she died.  Then, he had to fly in and be the one to go to the coroner and identify her body.  I...

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