sic mogul husband, Andrew Scott,

rlet, Molly Clarkson, was failing, causing a relapse of her leukem

d to him, unable to move on because a piece o

cal performance, him standing at a podium, his face a mask of pained generosity. He announc

, "to support her durin

oul, handed over to the woman who w

ek, black Mercedes to my family' s modest home in a working-class Nashville

tering her petunias. She eyed

raspy from years of smoking. "Haven' t seen he

steps, the wood groaning under his weight, a

e student who worshipped me, opened it. H

dripping with venom. "Don' t you know