Confessions of a Hollywood Agent by William Louis Gardner

Author:William Louis Gardner [Gardner, William Louis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 097223120X
Publisher: Bald Eagle Publishing Co.
Published: 2012-10-03T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

After the visit to Superman, the Norths were back in their suite at the Nacional.

“Do you realize what time it is? The race is going to start in a few hours, if there is a race,” said Marge as she poured a scotch and water from the bar.

“I wish I had a camera. You should have seen yourself dancing with that big-dicked nigger. You liked that big prick,” said Marshall.

“What’s a matter, you jealous? Cause you know you got nothing down there,” answered Marge as she walked away and sat down next to Tana.

“Sorry, Tana. Marshall has no class. Using nigger like he does.”

“I’ve heard the term before,” said Tana.

“Some of my best friends are niggers,” said Thorton. Marshall, Jimmy and Tana exchanged looks.

“Get off this nigger crap, for God’s sake. Don’t you think Georgia’s a darling girl?” asked Marge.

“Poor Marty. It will never last,” said Marshall.

“What makes you make a crack like that, you shit heel?” said Marge.

Jimmy stood. “What’s wrong with all of you? We came here to have fun and go racing. What’s getting into everybody? Tana, it’s time for bed. Tana joined Jimmy, said goodnight and left.

“What do you suppose is wrong with him?” asked Marshall.

“He doesn’t like that kind of talk,” said Marge.

“He’s right. You shouldn’t talk that way. They all got pussies and they all have pricks. They’re just like you and me,” said Thorton.

“Oh, my God. Isn’t Thorton just brilliant,” said Marge.

The race was to start at two PM, but Fangio had not been released from his captors, which made for a delay. The time trials had taken place for starting positions. The laps went slow because of the layout of the course and danger of the crowds being close to the road. Roman and his crew were elated with their time; they had been able to get second-row position. Sterling Moss from England in a small Ferrari and Masten Gregory in a big Ferrari placed first row lineup.

The race fans arrived along the Malecon. Grandstands were assembled for five thousand spectators in front of the Nacional and the U.S.

Embassy. A section was roped off for President Batista’s family and friends.

The Norths asked Dorothy, Clint, Marty and Georgia to watch the race from their suite at the Nacional. Marty and Georgia declined.

Nathan stayed with Meyer Lansky for the day, involved in a business meeting. Dorothy was on her own. She wasn’t happy being in Havana, but it could have been worse if Clint and the racing crowd weren’t here. She would have been by herself sitting in her room.

Nathan told Dorothy that Meyer was coming through for him in Las Vegas.

Clint said he’d have a late breakfast with the newlyweds. He felt hung-over and tired. He was feeling exhausted lately. Maybe I need a vacation; this place is no vacation, he thought. Or I could take some vitamin pills, they could pick me up. Yesterday had been hectic. Today he wanted to relax, he told himself, and watch the race.

Bodyguards stood in front of Marty’s suite when Clint rang the buzzer.

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