Chapter 64

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Manhattan, Zachary’s, 4 P.M.

“I feel great, but how I got there, I’m not so sure about that,” Julio told Donal as they piled into the limousine. “I’ve been buffed, polished, massaged, and had my face covered in goo. I can’t believe how good it felt to lie there and have Helena take care of me.”

“I love your new haircut, but why so conservative?” Donal playfully nudged his friend.

“I can still jazz it up with mousse, color, and modeling clay, but I like the way it looks.” Julio ran his hand through his hair. “I had a feeling that it was time for a more mature look now that I’m not hooking. I’ll always be fairly small, like you, but it doesn’t mean that I have to look or behave like I’m fourteen. Are you ready to leave tomorrow?”