In the penultimate chapter of DROP DEAD BEAUTIFUL, our hero ponders the eternal question: what’s a billion dollars worth without the woman you love? “We were sitting outside on the terrace of the Hotel Jerome on Main Street in Aspen on the first day it was open for the summer season,” writes our hero Arnold Bagdikian. “I was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. Eugene Koksher was dressed in a stiff shirt striped both too big and too bright. His new khakis still had the crease in them. He still had no real color in his face but at least it looked like the blood was flowing. On the ground around him were as many bags from The Gap on East Hopkins as he could carry.”