“It would be nice if just once we could have separate rooms.” Jerry smiled; that big, toothy, showbiz grin that lit up rooms and made crowds clap and whoop before he’d even said a word. “Next tour, man. Next tour. At the Ritz.” Barry sighed
It was about three in the afternoon when Michael first considered opening his sandwiches. Peanut butter. Chunky organic. Michael knew how to live. He decided to wait a bit. Karen wasn’t expecting him home for three hours, and he’d already eaten his biscuits. Besides, he’d