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EMMY
“How many people did you think we were feeding?”
“I didn’t know what everyone wanted.” Black shrugged. “So I just called the restaurant and ordered seven of everything.”
“The delivery guy probably got a hernia.”
“I tipped him thirty percent.”
There was a mountain of food. A literal mountain. At times like this, I really missed Bradley. He’d have emailed a menu and hounded everyone until they provided their choices.
“You didn’t even know what you wanted to eat?”
Black considered that for a moment. “Maybe we can reheat the leftovers for lunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah, and then we can invite every homeless person in Los Angeles County in for a filling meal, and we’ll still have enough left for dinner.”
The delivery guy was probably off to the Maldives to celebrate his windfall, and
