Scott arrived more than an hour later, a few minutes after seven. He was led inside the room by a wait staff. We exchanged pleasantries and ordered wine and a few dishes.
Once we had our stomachs filled with food and liquor, Scott leaned back on his chair, taking out a cigarette. He lit it and took a long drag, blowing clouds of smoke into the cool air. Cigarette in hand, he grinned at me and asked, “Lewie, what do you need from me. Just tell me straight. I am more than willing to help youngsters like you.”
I was absolutely sure Sharon got her facts right from the way Scott acted right now. Without much dilly-dallying, I revealed my problem straight away. “Mr. Scott, since you are so straightforward with me, I won't beat around the bush. You see, I have a friend who needs a batch of hum
