"Good Art, good. How was the trip?"
"Wonderful. Virgin Upper was fantastic — dancing girls, midget wrestling, hash brownies…"
"Good, very good."
"And now I'm driving around under Boston through a land-yacht regatta. The boats are mambo, but I think that banana patch the hotel soon."
"Glad to hear it." Art heard water running dimly, realized that Fede was taking a leak.
"Meeting with the Jersey boys tomorrow. We're having brunch at a strip club."
"OK, OK, very funny," Fede said. "I'm awake. What's up?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to check in with you and let you know I arrived safe and sound. How're things in London?"
"Your girlfriend called me."
"Linda?"