Ben shook his head slowly as he stirred a heaping spoonful of sugar into his Nate’n Al’s coffee. “Maybe we are totally fucked.”Cammie smiled smugly. Yesterday she would have wondered if Ben was right. Today … well, today she was ba-ack. There was no way she was going to let a skinny, skeevy DJ in an ultra-bad-taste bowling shirt wreck their club.It was the morning after the double disasters. After the flood had slowed to a trickle yesterday, Ben had picked up a couple of carloads of undocumented workers at the corner of Venice and National and offered them ten bucks an hour each, in cash, plus all the squeegees and work towels they could find at the Culver City OSH hardware store. The goal was to try and restore the interior of Bye, Bye Love to some semblance of dry. Cammie had even pitched in, meaning she had indulged in actual physical labor. Their efforts had proved only marginally successful, and Cammie had ruined her white leather sandals in the process. But there was something satisfying in trying to put the club back in action.
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