I said, "Here
we go again, I'm fired. So I'm fired." One word led to another, as it
always seemed to do with Larry.
It became a
cursing contest. It ended not unlike the first time the three of us had got
together, with him calling me everything under the sun and me giving his chair
a good hard kick. Only this time I went barging out of the room.
Along about 3 in
the morning I was awakened from the first sound sleep I'd had in three weeks by
a pounding on the door. John McDonald was standing there to tell me that the
boss wanted to see me.
boss to go to hell," I said. I slammed the door in his face and for the
rest of the night I was in one of those drifting states of sleep where I would
doze off for about 10 minutes, wake up and remember how mad I was and hit the
At 7:30 the phone
rang. MacPhail. He wanted to know whether it was my intention to stop at his
office on my way to the park.
"No, I had
not intended to." Very formal.
"I wish you
"I would be
I walked into his
office about two hours later and found him sitting at his desk signing checks.
He was wearing a beautiful blue suit, the inevitable fresh carnation was in his
lapel and he looked as if he had just had 150 hours of sleep. He asked me very
politely to sit down, finished signing the checks and then turned to me with a
little smile on his face. "Got a little drunk out last night, didn't
bit," I said.