My mommy is Carol Lynley, my daddy is a very busy publicist named Mike Selsman. And me? I’m Jill Victoria Selsman, born March 2, 1962. That makes me five months old—and what a time I’ve had. I haven’t one single complaint to make. My mommy...
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Mrs. Gladys Eley sat staring out at the night as though contemplating the great maw of black and darkness. It was about 2:00 A.M., although in the ten years she had spent living in that room, time was no more than the changing positions of...
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Troy Donahue stood alone in the corner. All around him in the crowded room people were laughing, joking, nibbling on hors d’oeuvres. But Troy stood alone, quietly. The only clue that he was even a part of the gathering was the glass, half-filled with melted...