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"
Just
a
moment
.
.
.
"
She
went
up
to
a
carpeted
stairway
and
came
back
down
with
a
bottle
of
expensive
red
wine
.
She
opened
it
and
pulled
some
glasses
from
a
hidden
bar
.
How
I
’
d
like
to
get
in
bed
with
her
,
I
thought
.
But
there
was
no
way
.
Yet
,
somebody
was
going
to
bed
with
her
regularly
.
We
sat
and
sipped
our
wine
.
"
We
’
ll
let
you
know
very
soon
about
the
article
.
I
’
m
sure
we
’
ll
take
it
.
.
.
But
you
’
re
not
at
all
the
way
I
expected
you
to
be
.
.
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Your
voice
is
so
soft
.
You
seem
so
nice
.
"
Lydia
laughed
.
We
finished
our
wine
and
left
.
As
we
were
walking
toward
my
car
I
heard
a
voice
.
"
Hank
!
"
I
looked
around
and
there
sitting
in
a
new
Mercedes
was
Dee
Dee
Bronson
.
I
walked
over
.
"
How
’
s
it
going
,
Dee
Dee
?
"
"
Pretty
good
.
I
quit
Capitol
Records
.
Now
I
’
m
running
that
place
over
there
.
"
She
pointed
.
It
was
another
music
company
,
quite
famous
,
with
its
home
office
in
London
.
Dee
Dee
used
to
drop
by
my
place
with
her
boyfriend
when
he
and
I
both
had
columns
in
a
Los
Angeles
underground
newspaper
.
