RIP Barbara Sinatra - 1927 - 2017. "My first encounter with the fiery Italian side to Frank Sinatra came during a late-night game of charades.
His pals were divided into two teams, and I was put in charge of a big brass clock. So, naturally, it fell to me to call time on Frank's team after they'd failed to guess his charade. 'Three minutes are up,' I cried gleefully.
His team-mates began to howl their protests, but the look on Frank's face as he rose to his feet silenced them all. 'Who made you timekeeper anyway?' he barked, his eyes like blue laser beams. 'Why, you did!' I replied.
Frank snatched the clock from my lap and gripped it tightly in his hands. For a moment, I thought he was going to hit me with it.
His expression was full of anger and frustration, but there was something else — desire. I think I knew then that something would happen between us someday.
Still, I refused to be intimidated. So I stared him out until he turned and hurled the clock against the door, shattering it into pieces.
Springs, coils and shards of glass flew across the room. The clock face lay upturned on the floor, its hands for ever fixed at a few minutes after 4am.
It was Pat Henry, the comic who used to open Frank's Las Vegas shows, who broke the ensuing hush. 'I know what that charade is, Francis,' he said. 'It was As Time Goes By.' " Barbara Sinatra - from Lady Blue Eyes