That’s what AJ says when I ask him if anyone’s heard from Michael. I waited for him all day yesterday, but he never came in. I’ve been dying to find out what happened on Monday when he confronted the mayor about Sy Goldberg being his coffee-shop partner. “What do you mean?” “Michael has kidney stones.” “Is it serious?” “To Michael. They’re a bitch to pass.” “Pass? Huh? Is he going to call in again?” “Why?” “I want to find out what happened at city hall yesterday.” “Tell Harry you want to talk to Michael when he calls.” “Good idea.” I do a quick check of Harry’s hair. When he’s stressed, Harry runs both hands through his curly locks like he’s rinsing shampoo. When he takes his hands out, his hair stays put at the new, higher elevation. Looks like I’m in the clear. I walk to the city desk, where’s he’s sitting in front of a computer. “Uh, Harry?” “D’Angelo.” “If Michael calls in today, can I speak to him?” “Sure,” he says without looking away from whatever he’s reading.
