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May your love grow deeper and stronger as life goes on. . . .” And now the crux of it, “. . . Do you Frank Thomas Avallone take this woman, Kathryn Deibel, for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forth, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Frankie looks right at her. He answers firmly. Then Kay. The rings are blessed, they are exchanged, now the nuptial mass. . . . While mass is celebrated, Frankie and his bride kneel before the altar, so quiet, they might almost be as graven as the image of the mother of God above the altar. You see Frankie’s neat dark head, the well formed shoulders, he’s a strong man, stronger than I’d ever realized, kneeling there. And Kay is a dainty girl but not frail, she has inner strength. Together they have the will to cope with marriage, make it work, make something joyous out of living. This is the girl who could have been a movie star, she was a Miss Rheingold runner-up. she did some TV commercials, she was signed to a contract at Warners. But she didn't like the acting bit, she didn’t want that kind of life. Kneeling every morning at this same church, taking communion, she prayed for a woman’s life — happiness, a marriage in which she could find her career. This is the boy who soared to stardom as a teenager and enjoyed everything life had to offer. I remember his telling me four years ago, "Everything Fve done, I’ve done out of sheer enjoyment . . . out of deep love for my parents . . . out of friendship for my relatives, managers, friends and fans. If there’s any feeling. that has been constant in my life it’s, the feeling of love. I’m sentimental. I love people and can't ever forget what my parents sacrificed for me, how wonderful my managers have been to me, how friends and fans have plugged for me through thick and thin.” And he dreamed of someday having someone to share it all with — the traveling, the excitement, the opening nights at the Copa and the one night stands in towns like Chanute, Kansas. The foreign locations for pictures in Spain and Italy. Only it seemed like something far away, something that would happen when he was twenty-eight or thirty. The wedding mass goes on, and as 1 listen l cant help but think of how this romance began. . . . Five months and three days ago, he met Kay, the girl now kneeling beside him. A Hollywood writer brought her over to his place one night. There was always an open house at Frankie’s, always a card game going on. This night Frankie was playing gin with Bob Marcucci’s Uncle Roc. Frankie’s Uncle Tom was kibitzing and Uncle Joe was cooking up a storm (he’s Bob’s uncle). Friends would wander in and out all evening, talking and listening to music and eating Uncle Joe’s marvelous canelloni and fettucine. It was like a continuous party — it never broke up until two or three or four in the morning — no one ever wanted to go home. That was how they met . . . and that was only the first of many such meetings. And, after those evenings, she would have to be up early, to get to her job — Kay was working downtown as a dental technician and comparing notes with her girl friends. They’d agree, “Tonight we’re not going over there, we’re going to be in bed by seven” and then they’d end up again at Frankie’s. This was August and Frankie was off for a two week tour: Hawaii, West Virginia, Texas. Oh, he thought of Kay all right. “Five-three, very good figure and a plain kind of beauty,” he told me. “Not all made up. She just wears a little eye make-up, a little lipstick, her hair’s kind of long and she’s very good, she does her own hair, sometimes up, sometimes down, she wants to cut it but I won’t let her, not yet. After a while she can cut it but it’s pretty, sort of light but not blond. golden brown and her eyes are green. The main thing, she’s very feminine.” And when he came back he called her. He took her to dinner at La Scala. . . . “That was the first time we’d ever been alone,” he said, “and I think I knew from that first night that this was what I wanted, I was going to marry this girl. It’s funny, isn't it? You can’t explain love. You can't possibly imagine it until you feel it. What was there about her? She’s a very nice girl, intelligent, understanding, she has a great sense of humor, a mind of her own but she’s flexible. And good looking, very very good looking, everything— exactly — what I’ve always wanted. She’s even of the same faith. Catholic. I’m very happy about that. And she’s deeply religious. You ask her what she’s done all day and she starts always by saying, ‘Well, I went to seven o’clock mass. . . She goes to communion and carries her rosaries and now she has me going to church every Sunday, too.” The priest is murmuring in Latin, the altar boys are responding. . . . “Oh. and my parents love her,” Frankie had told me. “About a week or so after we started dating, my parents and Bob’s came out from Philadelphia for a visit. Right after dinner the first night, Kay gets right up and starts clearing the table and she did her share of the dishes, my mother saw that — and they got along from the first. As a matter of fact my mother saw how we felt right away. She kept saying to me, ‘Looks pretty serious between you two.’ And I’d say, ‘Oh, Mom, 1 just like her’ and she’d say, ‘I know you like her. I’ve never seen you like this with any other girl, Frankie.’ ” No, she hadn’t. When Kay and Frankie were together, you couldn’t get them apart. They were always clinging together, holding on to each other, holding hands, stealing a kiss. It became a family joke. “Well, we’d better be going,” someone would crack and Frankie and Kay would laugh, 94