Chapter 18

“Later.”

David’s extended arm met George’s halfway.

“How’s everything going?” David asked after exhaling.

“Aw, you know. Didn’t get into that trial.”

“At Brigham & Women’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Will there be another?”

“There’s always another,” George replied after exhaling himself. “Someone wants to win a Nobel Prize.”

Lou emerged from the steamy bathroom with one towel around his waist and another wrapped about his head as a turban. As he walked across the room, his gold pinkie ring dripped a few drops of water and he left wet footprints on the floor.

“You degenerates. Drugs! Contraband! Bill, be a doll and make your auntie a tall, cool, legal one.”

Bill was playing at bartender when Lou come out of his bedroom fully dressed but with the turban still on. He grabbed the drink out of Bill’s hand before he could offer it.

“Make room for mother, boys,” Lou said, but then he sat in a chair several feet away.