To me she is not Pier Angeli, but Anna Maria Damone, my wife. When I talk about her, I like to say “my wife.” It comes naturally to me. I love the words and the sound of them in my ears and what they mean....
“Gee, it’s good to be home,” said Gene McGrath.
Terry Moore, his wife, flopped down on a huge sofa beside him and looked around at the apartment, a modest twelve-room, two-storied affair in the middle of Caracas, Venezuela. “Yeah,” she said. “Only this is the third...