The Bill Cliven Mark Pile

Mark and Alley are like twins at the opposite end of the spectrum. I asked Mark why he didn’t contribute to that terrible biography about our famous sister. He said; “I couldn’t think of anything nice to say about her.” Mark got to proveread Snyder’s book and let this lying crap go in a storu about a world famous story. Belle brought Alley in to lie and edit. “Hugh Bromily, Khara’s husband and Episcopal priest, conducted the service with
taste and dignity. Raphael spoke, along with Karin: two friends from childhood.
The rest was, given those involved, what one might expect. Vic was cornering
whatever woman he could; Rosemary came in drunk, lost in her story that she was
the only seventeen-year-old to turn down Errol Flynn’s advance.”Oh it was just
awful.” Lillian recalls. ‘Rosemary was shouting that Shannon was late, ‘and
ought to have her butt kicked.’ I don’t know all what she said after that but
she had her silver flask with her and it was getting rough.”

“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters
turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family
members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be
carted away. The artist’scloset, a veritable mother lode – took the worst
beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had
never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be
exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings.
Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing
their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but
to no avail.”