“Really?” Nick said. “The abs? You know, Jerry, you can’t even
do a pull up without straining something.” “Yes, but I try. So, am I flying solo tonight?” “Correct, my friend.”
Jerry leaned in toward Nick. Shelly heard him say, “You better
check in with Bongero in the morning. See you all later.”
“By the way, thank you, Doctor, for your kind words,” Nick said, shaking Dr. Wall’s hand.
“You know, Nick, I thought this was a crazy idea, but I have to
admit you did a brilliant job. I hope something comes of it all.” “Three billion dollars says it will be,” Nick said.
Shelly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Call me around five.”
“Even in your hospital garb, you look radiant,” he whispered
back. She blushed.
“I think she likes you.” Dr. Wall grinned.
“Hope so,” Nick said. “If not, a clown may kill me in my sleep.” Dr. Wall nodded. “Never trust a pissed-off clown.”