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      ‘And as I say –’

      ‘Yeah. As you say. Tell you what, why don’t you and Nurse Karyn there step out for a few minutes and let me have a private word with my brother?’

      Burrows didn’t attempt any further self-justification, and Todd knew why. He could imagine Donnie’s expression in perfect detail: both brothers got colour in their faces when they were riled up; and a cold eye. Burrows duly retreated, which was the wisest thing he could have done.

      ‘I want to get you out of here, Kiddo,’ Donnie said as soon as they had gone. ‘I don’t trust these people as far as I could throw ’em. They’re full of shit.’

      ‘I need to talk to Maxine before we do anything.’

      ‘What the fuck for? I don’t trust her any more than I trust these sons of bitches.’

      There was a long silence. Todd knew what was coming next; so he just waited for it.

      ‘Just so you know,’ Donnie said, ‘you’ve done some damn-fool things in your life, but this whole deal is the stupidest idea I ever heard. Gettin’ yourself a fuckin’ facelift? What kind a thing is that? Christ. Does Momma know about this?’

      ‘No. I put you down as next of kin. I thought you’d understand.’

      ‘Well I can’t say I do. It’s a mess. It’s a goddam mess. And I’ve got to go back to Texas tomorrow.’

      ‘Why so soon?’

      ‘Because I’ve got a court appearance at eight o’clock on Thursday morning. Linda’s tryin’ to take away my weekends with Donnie Junior, and if I’m not in court her lawyer’s going to get the judge to rule against me. I’ve been up before him a couple of times, and he doesn’t like me. So, I’m going to have to love you and leave you, which I don’t much like doin’. I guess I could call Momma and –’

      ‘No! No, Donnie, please. I don’t want her here.’ Todd reached out blind; caught hold of Donnie’s arm. ‘I’ll be okay. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be just fine.’

      ‘All right. I hear you. I won’t call Momma. Besides, the worst’s over. I’m sure that’s right. But listen to me, you get yourself the hell out of here and go to a proper hospital.’

      ‘I don’t want the press finding out about this. If Maxine thinks –’

      ‘Have you heard a fuckin’ word I said?’ Donnie said, his voice getting louder. ‘I don’t trust that bitch. She’s out for herself. That’s all she cares about. Her piece of the action.’

      ‘Don’t start shouting.’

      ‘Well, what the fuck do you expect? I’ve been sitting here for seventy-two hours straight wondering how I was going to tell Mom that you died having plastic fucking surgery on your fucking face –’ He paused for a breath. ‘Christ, if Dad was alive … he’d be so damned ashamed.’

      ‘Okay, Donnie. I get the message. I’m a fuck-up.’

      ‘You’re surrounded by so many ass-kissers, you’re not getting good advice. It makes me wanna puke. I mean, these people. They’re all puttin’ on some show – tellin’ me this, tellin’ me that – and meanwhile you’re lying there at death’s door.

      ‘And will they give you a straight answer? Will they fuck!’ He paused to draw sufficient breath to launch in afresh. ‘What happened to you, Kiddo? Ten years ago you would have laughed your butt off at the thought of getting a face-lift.’

      Todd let go of Donnie’s arm. He drew a deep, sorrowful breath. ‘It’s hard to explain,’ he said. ‘But I got to stay on top of the heap somehow. Younger guys keep coming along …’

      ‘So let ’em. Why do you need to stay on top? Why not walk away from it? You’ve had a good run, for Christ’s sake. You’ve had it all, I’d say. All and more. I mean fuck! What more do you want? Why do this to yourself?’

      ‘Because I like the life, Donnie. I like the fame. I like the money.’

      Donnie snorted. ‘How much more money do you damn well need? You’ve got more than you can spend if you –’

      ‘Don’t tell me what I’ve got and I haven’t got. You don’t know what it costs to live. Houses and taxes.’ He stopped his defence; took a different track. ‘Anyhow, I don’t hear you complaining –’

      ‘Wait –’ Donnie said, knowing what was coming. But Todd wasn’t about to be stopped.

      ‘– when I send you money.’

      ‘Don’t start that.’

      ‘Why not? You sit there tellin’ me what a fuck-up I am, but you never said no to the cash when you needed it. Which is all the time. Who paid your last legal bills, Donnie? And the mortgage on the house so you could start over with Linda, for the third time or fourth time or whatever it was? Who paid for that mistake?’

      He let the question hang there, unanswered. Eventually, very quietly, Donnie said: ‘This is so fucked. I came here –’

      ‘– to see whether I was dead or alive.’

      ‘– to look after you.’

      ‘You never cared before,’ Todd said, with painful blunt-ness. ‘Well did you? All these years, when have you ever come out here and spent time with me?’

      ‘I was never welcome.’

      ‘You were always welcome. You just never came because you were too fucking jealous. Why don’t you admit it? At least once, between us, say it: you were so fucking jealous you couldn’t stand the idea of coming out here.’

      ‘You know what? I don’t need to hear this,’ Donnie said.

      ‘You should have heard it years ago.’

      ‘I’m outta here.’

      ‘Go on. You did your gloating. Now you can go home and tell everyone what an asshole your brother is.’

      ‘I’m not going to do that,’ Donnie said. ‘You’re still my brother, whatever you do. But I can’t help you if you surround yourself –’

      ‘– with ass-kissers. Yeah. You said that.’

      Todd heard Donnie get up and cross to the door, dragging his feet as he always had.

      ‘What are you doing?’ Todd said.

      ‘I’m leaving. Like I said I would. You’re going to be fine. That faggot Burrows will take very good care of you.’

      ‘Don’t I get a hug or something?’

      ‘Another time. When I like you better,’ Donnie said.

      ‘And when the hell will that be?’ Todd yelled after him.

      But all he got by way of reply was the echo of his own voice off the opposite wall.

      Chapter 3

      Maxine turned up a little after seven, and after a few perfunctory expressions of relief that Todd was ‘back from the dead’, as she indelicately put it, quickly moved on to the news she was here to debate.

      ‘Somebody in this place has a big mouth,’ she said. ‘I got a call from the editor of the Enquirer this afternoon, asking if it was true that you’d been admitted to a private hospital. I told him absolutely not; this was a lie, garbage etc. etc. And I said that if he published that you were in hospital or anything vaguely resembling that, we’d sue him and his wretched rag. Ten seconds later I’ve got Peter Bart calling from Variety, asking the same damn question. And while I’m on with Peter, trying not to tell him an out-and-out

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