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“Holy fuck!” he screamed

In the master bedroom next door, Annalisa stirred in her sleep At the celebration dinner the night before, the Rices and Brewers had consumed over five thousand dollars’ worth of rare wines before helicoptering back to the city at two A M She turned over, her head heavy, hoping Paul’s voice had coain: “Holy fuck!”

Now Paul was in the rooht before Annalisa sat up “Paul?”

“There’s no fucking Internet service”

“But I thought…” Annalisauselessly

“Where’s the car? I need the fucking car”

She leaned over the bed, picking up the handset on the landline “It’s in the garage But the garage is probably closed”

In a frenzy, Paul buttoned his shirt while trying to hop into his shoes “This is exactly why I wanted that parking spot in the Mews,” he snapped “For just this kind of eency”

“What e out of bed

“There’s no fucking Internet service WhichChina deal is fucked” He ran out of the room

“Paul?” she said, following hi over the banister “Paul? What can I do?” But he was already in the hallway, punching the button for the elevator It was all the way down in the lobby Glancing at his watch, Paul decided he didn’t have ti down the steps He burst into the lobby, waking the night door in a chair “I need a taxi,” Paul shouted breathlessly “A fucking taxi!” He ran into the e his arms

When no taxis appeared, he started jogging up Fifth Avenue At Twelfth Street, he finally saw a cab and fell into the backseat “Park Avenue and Fifty-third Street,” he screao Go!”

“I cannot run a red light, sir,” the driver said, turning around

“Shut up and drive,” Paul screamed

The journey to ht there would be traffic before five A M? Paul rolled down hisand stuck his head out, waving and shouting at the other drivers By the ti, it was four-fifty-three A M