Jimmy asked, “that Diocletian was the only Roman emperor who died in his bed?” “How did the others die?” I asked. I didn’t really care about a bunch of guys who’d been gone two thousand years. But Jimmy has a way of sucking you in. “Most of them were murdered by the army or their own bodyguards.” “So how did he manage not to be?” “Smart enough to retire at the right moment.” “Well, don’t look at me,” I said. “I can’t retire. I haven’t started yet.” “Started what?” Barbara came into the living room balancing two mugs of coffee and a plate of oatmeal cookies. She felt guilty about not letting me smoke in the apartment, so she fed me. “Did you want milk in your insomnia?” “The career I haven’t picked out yet. No, ma’am, gimme a straight shot. You know me.” She handed me a mug.
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