Behind The Candelabra: My Life With Liberace - Plot & Excerpts
The houseboy gave us a sad, almost wounded look before he stalked out the penthouse door. Two o’clock in the morning seemed like a weird hour to have a meal, although Lee assured me that it was part of his normal routine. Normal or not, I felt disoriented, as if I had jet lag. But he appeared wide awake and full of nervous energy. He ate quickly, greedily, saying little. When he finished he walked over to a sofa and, patting it, indicated that he wanted me to sit beside him. “Alone at last,” he said, grinning at his use of the old cliché. Then his face grew unexpectedly somber. “Scott, I feel I can trust you and—I have to talk to someone. I’ve gotten myself into an awful mess.” Not knowing what to say, I just nodded. Lee lowered his head to his hands. “It’s Jerry, my protégé,” he said, his voice beginning to rise. “I’ve created a monster, a monster! I gave that boy everything—discovered him—made him a part of the act—put his name up in lights!
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