Take, for example, her 1994 Esquire cover story on Lyle Lovett. The only difficulty remaining is how to spring it on Lyle. Time is running out. Paula Batson, is leaving for the airport. Lyle and Paula are having a quiet last word.
Suitcases drop to the pavement like rotten plums.
So I could have a scene. She knows how to rev up a crowd. And after meeting Carroll at a party, Gross believed she'd hit the jackpot. It was as though we had put her on a bucking bronco and her answers were the cheers and whoops and hollers of a fearless woman having a good ol' time. Carroll has been whooping it up ever since.