“We might have been in different cities, different countries, but we were never apart. And every once in a while, Frank would call me in Madrid, London, Rome, New York, wherever I happened to be, and say ‘Ava, let’s try again.’ And I’d say ‘Okay!’ And drop everything, sometimes even a part in a picture. And it would be heaven, but it wouldn’t last more than twenty-four hours. And I’d go running off again, literally running. We could never quite understand why it hadn’t and couldn’t work out.”
-Ava Gardner; Ava: My Story.
“It started with a phone call from Frank saying he’d rented a house on Lake Tahoe and why didn’t I come by. A few nights later, when we had both drunk too much, Frank made an offhand remark that hurt me so deeply that I decided to go back to Los Angeles.
The telephone rang; it was Hank Sanicola saying, ‘Oh my God, Ava. Hurry back! Frank’s taken an overdose!’ I have been exasperated with Francis Albert Sinatra many times, but never more so than on the morning when I rushed back to his bedside back at Lake Tahoe. I ran into his bedroom and looked down at him and he turned his sad blue eyes to look at me. ‘I thought you’d gone,’ he said weakly. He’d had a fine rest, doctors watching over him, feeling his pulse, and they didn’t even have to pump his stomach; he hadn’t taken enough phenobarbitol for that. Everybody had been up all night except Frank. I could have killed him. Instead I forgave him in about 25 seconds.”
- Ava Gardner, autobiography
The telephone rang; it was Hank Sanicola saying, ‘Oh my God, Ava. Hurry back! Frank’s taken an overdose!’ I have been exasperated with Francis Albert Sinatra many times, but never more so than on the morning when I rushed back to his bedside back at Lake Tahoe. I ran into his bedroom and looked down at him and he turned his sad blue eyes to look at me. ‘I thought you’d gone,’ he said weakly. He’d had a fine rest, doctors watching over him, feeling his pulse, and they didn’t even have to pump his stomach; he hadn’t taken enough phenobarbitol for that. Everybody had been up all night except Frank. I could have killed him. Instead I forgave him in about 25 seconds.”
- Ava Gardner, autobiography
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No doubt that I love their story the most. Please God, I rarely wish for something. Hit me with a love like that. I'm okay with the pain. Hit me with Sinatra. Send me someone like him. Oh, if not him, can you send me Nick Cave?
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