Ritchie wakes up. “Sorry, darling.” He takes her shoulders and points her at Lucifer like she’s artillery. “This is Brigitte Bardo. Brigitte, this is Mr. Macheath. Light Bringer, his film, is the one you’re going to be in.” “Nice to meet you, Mack the Knife. Did you bring your dagger?” Lucifer nods toward me. “I brought him. He carries the knife.” “Only because I couldn’t fit a gun under this damned jacket.” Brigitte and Koralin smile. “I’m glad you’re here taking care of our special guest,” says Ritchie. He claps his arm around Lucifer’s shoulders. “Did you hear? Spencer Church is gone,” says Jan. “Missing?” asks Ritchie. “No one knows.” “Spencer Church is a drug addict, a gambler, and a pusher,” says Koralin. “He’s either sleeping in a ditch or buried in the desert. But this isn’t the time or place to be talking about these things. This is a party.” Jan says, “Why don’t we make a circle around the room? I know there are a lot of people who’d like to pay their respects.” Lucifer nods. “I always enjoy a little genuflecting. Shall we walk?” Lucifer, Jan, Koralin, and Ritchie stroll on ahead looking impressive and important. Brigitte and I follow a few steps behind. Close enough to keep an eye on things, but far enough back that we look like a couple of sixteen- year-olds pretending we’re not with our parents. “So, you’re the famous Sandman Slim. I supposed we both have to have funny names to do our jobs. Do you get that my name is a little joke?” “You mean how there’s Brigitte Bardot, a jet-propelled French succubus from the sixties? Got famous in And God Created Woman. Got respected in Contempt. Kind of a nut job, but she liked dogs. Then there’s Bardo, like the Buddhist states of being. Life, death, enlightenment, and a side of fries. Yeah, I think I got it.” “Very nice. Most Americans don’t understand.” “Don’t be too impressed. Everyone in California is a Buddhist for fifteen minutes. Then they realize they’re not allowed to eat chili dogs and enlightenment starts sounding like a real drag.” “You know, I thought you would be uglier.” “Huh. Thanks?” “I heard that you were covered in scars. You don’t look so bad, really.” “You sound disappointed.” “You were looking at me before. Have you seen my work?” “Ritchie said you were an actress in France. You coming to work in Hollywood?” “Simon is going to help me do different sorts of movies than what I was doing back home.”
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