Kate wanted to hug him, he looked so sad. She knew, though, that when he got into a mood, the best thing was to leave him alone for a while. So she sat. And she sat, until she couldn’t handle it anymore. “Charlie?” they sped along Sunset Boulevard toward La Brea Avenue. “Is something wrong? Was it something I said?” His eyes closed slowly. “No, I…” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I guess I shouldn’t have done that coke.” She moved the Oscar, it was heavy, and slid next to him. “I didn’t want to say anything. You okay?” she rubbed his neck. He said nothing for a few miles, just sat watching the cars sweep past. Then, just when Kate thought he would never speak again, he opened up. “I’ve seen the sign.” Kate, at first, had no clue what he meant. “What? What sign?” “Remember what Dean and Angelle were saying? The number sign? The death number?” Kate sat back and giggled. “You don’t believe that crap, do you? They were loaded.
