We took Kimmy back to the house in Santa Monica. My girls were excited about taking her shopping as soon as the shops opened in Beverly Hills. I was somewhat less excited. I called Meyer and he agreed to meet me at the Pacific Dining Car in LA, which was open 24 hours. It was now around 8:00 AM. So I had a Sazerac Cocktail. Meyer drank coffee.
"Something on your mind, maybe?" Meyer said.
I explained what had happened after he left the house, and what the doctor had said.
I finished off my Sazerac, and signaled the bartender. Meyer put his hand on my arm.
"Never usually being one to impair the process of imbibing, still, I feel it necessary to intercede in this case."
"What?"
"Stop drinking, Johnny."
"Okay." The bartender came over. "Coffee," I said. He ran off to get it.
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