I think most of us generally take any "hot news" breaks from Hollywood with a raised-eyebrow, tongue-in-cheek attitude. Press agents for the fantastic filmfolk are constantly outdoing one another in bizarre attempts to get their clients on the front page. That is why I first shrugged off reports that Gene Tierney and my brother, Oleg, were getting a divorce. I shrugged, that is, until this particular "rumor" became a bit too persistent. Then I cornered Gene at the Stork Club—during one of her junkets to the East—and decided to crack the case once and for all. While dancing with Gene, I asked her: "What's all this nonsense about you and Oleg? Is it true that you're going to divorce him?"                  continue

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