“Yeah, yeah,” Donnelly replies. “I’m almost back in PA.” His South Philly lilt comes out strong. “Just made a mandatory pitstop at Wawa. Where you at?” “Plane bathroom. Sitting on the rose gold shitter.” He laughs lowly. “Charlie whisk you off to Neverland again?” “Second star to the right.” “Let me guess, let me guess. Dubai.” “Way off, bro,” I say. “Paris.”
