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"Marcus was stunned again." "See? It's the drink. I didn't want to tell you that. Believe me, Marcus, we were sooo thrilled that you were able to get a world class personality when we thought that we had nobody. Shit, I would have settled for.. for.. mm.. one of those guys out on the street shouting biblical quotations. Damn. "Blessed be," Mac's hands were pressed on mock prayer, "the ball busters who make overworked physicians sell their souls to get a Pulitzer, .." but Mina thonked his skull with her soup spoon, "Ow!" Thonk! "Ow! Stop that!" Thonk! "Jesus, Mina!" and one more THONK just in case he wasn't convinced of her sincerity. John was trying not to laugh, but Marcus had this pitiful expression. "Sorry. We just didn't think Gaffy would come. Somehow, it leaked. There were all sorts of questions about his whereabouts. We told the feds that we had hired an actor to recite McGuiness, as we always do. They agreed to not give our theatrical methods away. Jake Green attending the wedding lent great plausibility to that. Jake and Gaffy hit it off rather well, by the way. "Well, I'm glad I could be of help to your cause." Marcus nodded as Mina was poising her spoon just in case he was setting up for another cheap zinger. He caught her posture. "No, I mean it." John was a bit quiet and thin faced then slowly let small factoids fall out. He actually didn't like the grandiose Mr. Price who was the party throwing the overly ostentatious wedding celebation for his daughter. Since when do you have entertainment other than music at weddings? Price, as John pulled observations from his poet friend, always has an angle. It seems Gaffy was not his usual all too supportive self, but was very concerned about having any contact with this particular man, claiming every angle has its Price. So why would John pressure a friend having all those reservations to get involved? Connections. Price had