“Did you sleep?” I asked Babs.
“Sort of. I was just falling asleep when Wexler called from the office to ask me something stupid. I swear, I’m gonna be the death of that man.”
“Don’t you mean he’ll be the death of you?” Butch asked.
“You haven’t worked with him,” Aileen replied. “She means what she said.”
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