I can pretend it's Horace Hathaway's arse I'm attendingto." Your name boy?" Lord Henry Mersham demandedwhen the three arrived,"Jensen M'lord," the boy...replied trembling andwith his head bowed. He couldn't have been more than sixteen years old and hadbeen employed 'at the big house' for only a few weeks."So Jensen, you sort to steal my port wine. Youthought that such a fine vintage was for your palate." I'm very sorry M?lord but I thought it would bebetter to drink it rather than pouring it down. The phone rang when I reached for it. Marcy sobbed in the background.“Hey, lover boy? It's me. You wanna come here for the party, or should I bring it to you? Nah, you know what? Fuck that. I can't drive impaired. I'd have to arrest myself. Marcy's been crying all evening, so she's in no shape to drive either. We really shouldn't have guests tonight. The place is kinda messy. Sorry to bother you. I'll see you in the morning, okay?” He hung up.Now, what the fuck? Was he was coming. He built the backdrop of sheet rock by himself and set it up. He briefed the art student from SMU on what he wanted and then approved the charcoal sketches the student worked up.Kathy arrived at the Merrill plant after school and, after a fifteen-minute delay to get her cleaned through security, set to work helping Scott lay the Astroturf and set up the lights.They borrowed a black tarp from the factory and covered the skylight. Then Kathy painted all of the windows black to darken the. ”“She would have called me on my shit. And we would have gotten through it.”“Okay. Maybe it’s not that, but it’s still on you.”“Why?”“Because, at Nigella’s funeral, she really needed to talk to you. But instead you got so fucked up, you couldn’t talk.”“It was Nige’s funeral.”“So? Did she ask you to stay sober?”“I said I’d need a couple, but yeah.”“And when a couple became a dozen? And with lines of coke on top?”“She got pissed with every shot. Wanted to pull me out of there. Told me she needed.