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"
What
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
laughed
,
"
I
did
.
"
"
Drive
me
to
the
airport
,
bastard
!
"
I
was
back
in
Los
Angeles
for
3
days
.
I
had
a
date
with
Debra
that
night
.
The
phone
rang
.
"
Hank
,
this
is
Iris
!
"
"
Oh
,
Iris
,
what
a
surprise
!
How
’
s
it
going
?
"
"
Hank
,
I
’
m
flying
to
L
.
A
.
I
’
m
coming
to
see
you
!
"
"
Great
!
When
?
"
"
I
’
ll
fly
down
the
Wednesday
before
Thanksgiving
.
"
"
Thanksgiving
?
"
"
And
I
can
stay
until
the
following
Monday
!
"
"
O
.
K
.
"
"
Do
you
have
a
pen
?
I
’
ll
give
you
my
flight
number
.
"
That
night
Debra
and
I
had
dinner
at
a
nice
place
down
by
the
seashore
.
The
tables
weren
’
t
crowded
together
and
they
specialized
in
sea
food
.
We
ordered
a
bottle
of
white
wine
and
waited
for
our
meal
.
Debra
looked
better
than
I
had
seen
her
for
some
time
,
but
she
told
me
her
job
was
getting
to
be
too
much
.
She
was
going
to
have
to
hire
another
girl
.
And
it
was
hard
to
find
anybody
efficient
.
People
were
so
inept
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
Have
you
heard
from
Sara
?
"
