Saturday Morning, 11:00 AM, Gil's Room |
GilAs I have mentioned earlier, I am not a light sleeper. Once I am out, I am out and there is not much you can do about it. On the weekends I like to get twelve to fourteen hours of sleep a night to make up for what I miss during the week. I went to bed a three o'clock on Friday night, so I'm surprised phone actually manages to rouse me enough to roll over and pick it up. It's Ted."Hey Gil, you won't believe what just happened." "What?" I'm still pretty bleary at this point. "Whazzup?" "Fritz got busted." He sounds panicked I wake up considerably. "Who was it, the KGB or the CIA?" "No, no, nothing like that. Just the local fuzz. Still, they've taken him in." "When? What happened?" I sat up. "About half an hour ago. There was an AT&T van parked right on the corner of Connecticut Ave, the back door wide open. Fritz grabbed a handset out of the back and shoved it in my backpack. We were about half a block away when he said, `Wouldn't it be cool to have one of those helmets too.' "So he goes back to grab a helmet. He gets to the back and somebody yells something. A cop comes over and the next thing you know, they've booked him." "But you got off clean." "I got off clean. And I have the handset. But I don't like this." "Look, we have to talk about this. Let's meet in BK park tonight, like 7:00, OK? I'll call Liesl." "OK, see you there."
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