most thought him a stern unapproachable man who issued indictments with a biblical fury. i wanted to show bobin all his complexity; his kindness and generosity to the little people his wicked sense of humor how he came home at night as he walked in the door and began booming out "give my regards to broadway." bob had wanted me to be his memoirist. that way he didn't have to look back, which he hated to do. nor did he have to do the work. [laughter] i really knew most of the story. but i still felt uneasy about the responsibility. i knew his laissez-faire, take it on the chin attitude. write whatever you want, he said, but i wasn't going to let him off so easily. i insisted he read my journals chronicling our relationship and every draft of the manuscript. even then to find out what this very private man really thought was almost as hard as writing the book. typically, i had to look for clues. how do you like that passage, sweetheart i'd ask. and if he said it's your memory, i would know -- [laughter] that he didn't like it. [laughter] then it was necessary to watch for the slightest twitch in