faulkusuma_1972

@@@@@ ?Tutti-fruitee,? said the driver, removing an outsized, wide-toothed comb from his hair as he swung out into the traffic ?You have a reservation, sir?? asked the tuxedoed clerk behind the counter at the Ritz ?I trust one of my law clerks made it for meThe name?s Scofield, Justice William Scofield of the Supreme CourtI?d hate to think that the Ritz had lost a reservation, especially these days when everyone?s screaming for consumer protection? I?m sure it?s here somewhere, sir ?I specifically requested Suite Three-C, I?m sure it?s in your computerit?s booked?? ?What?? ?No, no, I?m wrong, MrThey haven?t arrived I mean it?s an error they?re in another suite The clerk pounded his bell with ferocity?Bellboy, bellboy!? ?No need for that, young fella, I travel lightJust give me the key and point me in the right direction ?Yes, sir!? ?I trust you?ve got a few bottles of decent whisky up there, as usual?? ?If they?re not, they will be, MrAny particular brands?? ?Good rye, good bourbon and good brandyThe white stuff is for sissies, right?? ?Right, sirRight away, sir!? Twenty minutes later, his face washed and a drink in his hand, Prefontaine picked up the phone and dialed Dr ?The Gates residence,? said the woman on the line ?Oh, come on, Edie, I?d know your voice under water and it?s been almost thirty years ?I know yours, too, but I simply can?t place it ?Try a rough adjunct professor at the law school who kept beating the hell out of your husband, which made no impression upon him and he was probably right because I ended up in jailThe first of the local judges to be put away, and rightfully so ?Brendan? Dear God, it?s you! I never believed all those things they said about you ?Believe, my sweet, they were tru