I don’t know what I would have done without David, who was so loving and managed to take my mind off things. We went to dinners and to friends’ houses, and he rented me a house out on Carbon Beach in Malibu. I think Dean Martin owned it at one time. It was behind a bicycle shop and had a fire pit on the beach, which was the backyard, so that was perfect for summer. That house was always full of people: Chas, Linda, Gee, Paulette.
