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“Is he dying?” one of the girls asked

“I doubt it,” Sa up one of the s

Rerabbed a roll of paper towels, and returned to his side “Maybe you should check on him”

“Me?” Sa the mess on the floor near Hank’s feet Apparently, he hadn’t quite made it to the trash can when he became ill “What about that whole he’s the friend of your friend thing?”

“That hen he was in trouble This is different”

“How?”

“He’s sick What if he’s contagious?”

“So it’s okay if I get sick?” he said as Pete walked in, saas going on, then did an immediate about-face

She sood care of you”

Sa his pale, clammy skin “You okay?”

“I feel like—” He pivoted toward the garbage can, racked with the dry heaves “I’m fine”

“You don’t look fine” Sa them to the man

Fingers shaking, Hank wiped hisit’s just so contagious Maybe I caught whatever bug LaBelle had when she got sick at the hotel”

He handed the entire roll of paper towels to Hank “Do me a favor and clean that up the best you can If you are contagious, ouldn’t want anyone else to get sick”

Hank tore off several sheets, again wiping histhat you don’t like me”