My clothes had nearly dried, but they were badly wrinkled. I checked my watch. “I better get moving. I’m going to have to change before I can go to the Grille.” We both rose to our feet. The Barney chair collapsed. Looking at the purple ruins, Chief Porter said, “That could have happened when you were fighting Harlo.” “Could have,” I said. “Insurance will cover it with the rest.” “There’s always insurance,” I agreed.
