She and third husband Frank Sinatra fought all the time (“It was madness, but he was good in the feathers”) before saying with a shrug: “But I fought with all my men.
But when Frank Sinatra, who probably remained the love of her life, condemned Peter to her, that spelled the end of their relationship.” Evans always believed that Sinatra had paid Gardner to suppress the book, but in the late 1990s he resurrected the memoirs. As he sat down to finish the book on August 31, 2012, he had a fatal heart attack, leaving Victor to finish the book himself.As for the book, Evans was having a tough time with the ageing star, and the project was abandoned after she died, and for much of the 1990s, during which time Victor suffered leukaemia.But his resolve to have Gardner’s memoirs published never wavered. Evans describes how Gardner swung between bouts of introspectiveness and self-doubt to bursts of jaw-dropping candour over the years they worked on the book together.And on every occasion that we met — except when I arranged for her to meet [Simon & Schuster executive] Dick Snyder — she wore velour tracksuits. The meeting with Snyder was a very big deal and she transformed herself into a movie star in this wonderful black dress and high heels, showing off the legs she was still proud of. “She had hired a lighting man to make sure she looked her best and a butler to serve Cristal champagne.'I have to get a little pie-eyed to talk about myself, honey,’ she said.