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From the bar phone I dial Marina’s cabin but there’s no answer

At 8:15 the crew finally says it’s ti I stub out a half-s, and before I can finish the rest of the second esting I’ve had "enough," that perhaps I should "Pace" rab theether, say loudly, "I-don’t-think-so" I toss the Gold VIP Caya prop at hin for it, doofus"

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The Queen’s Grill is jammed but the Wallaces are at a table for four up front by the entrance As Ito the table, Stephen stands up, dressed in a tuxedo, waving rand occasion, Lorrie sitting priown froeate around and dozens of waiters carrying trays of chaently bump into a maitre d’ at the table next to ours as he prepares crepes for a group of Japanese woall’in as he shakes Stephen Wallace’s beefy hand

"Ah, Victor-hello," Stephen says as a waiter pulls a chair out for uest?"

"I’m not sure, man," I say, about to lift my wrist to check e for a drink and never showed" I pause glu, but man, I’m bummed"

"Well, we do hope she cone?"

Definitely," I say, reaching for a glass

"That’s, um, mine," Lorrie says tentatively

"Oops, sorry," I say as a waiter pours fro by ?" Stephen asks

"You know, Stephen old chu down the bubbly, "I’"

Dish

"What do you two do?" I finally ask, catching ency in London-" Stephen starts

"Oh really? That’s nice," I interrupt "But I actually et another glass of chareedily, while a waiter fillslocations in TriBeCa It would beinwardly "That’s super What kind of restaurants?" I finish the new glass of chaain after the waiter finishes topping off Stephen’s and Lorrie’s glasses Hesitantly, he fills esture to bring another bottle