Helen left her muffin behind; it was a goner. “Clean up on aisle Larry.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t feel very good.”
Marvin had grabbed his plate and fork as he stood and continued to eat. “If I were a betting man, I’d say someone tied one on last night and let me tell ya mister, nothing wrong with that. Good thing you are getting it all out of your system. Eric, take Keith Richards here up to the room, get him some coffee and a cold shower. Let’s meet in the lobby at 9 a.m. and walk over to the shoot.” Marvin sat down at an adjoining table where there was a bottle of hot sauce. The eggs still needed tricking up.
“C’mon Larry, Let’s get you fixed up.” Eric led Larry Jr. away but not before he turned and directed a silently mouthed obscenity at Marvin that was easy to decipher. Helen rubbed Larry
