Blessed Are the Peacemakers
At the listening party Brigitte threw at L.A.'s trendy Bar One night-club to promote her second album of Euro-dance music, Sly was a no-show, but 5'6" Jackie turned up, elbowed her way across the crowded dance floor and for the first time in four years, stood toe-to-toe with her 6' former daughter-in-law, whom she'd once called "the poorest example of a female I've ever known."
Now, though, instead of low blows, the two exchanged compliments. "I said I love her and was sorry for all the crap I said about her," recounts Mama Stallone. "I said, 'You're a helluva gal—you just didn't make a good wife for my son.' "
The platinum-tressed Nielsen, who divorced Jackie's boy in 1987 after a tumultuous 19-month union, termed her Pax Jackie long overdue. "She's been obnoxious for so long," says Nielsen. "I'm glad it's all finally being put in the past." What may have paved the way was Nielsen's chance encounter with Sly two nights earlier at a Beverly Hills bash. "I dragged him behind some palm trees," says Brigitte, "and had a heavy-duty talk with him"—their first since the split. "It cleared some things up, and he was sweet."
So's his mom. Asked for her rating of Nielsen's music, the amateur astrologer opined, "I love it. She's going to be big." Yo! It's in the stars.