“And we won’t talk about this anymore,” Dino said, “not with Marshall, and not with anybody else.”
Stone and Marshall came over. “I think we’ve done enough for this party, and we should go,” he said. “Do you and Marshall need a ride, Herb?”
“No,” Herbie replied, getting to his feet, albeit a little unsteadily. “We’re in my car.”
A few minutes later they were headed uptown.
“I’m sorry, Marshall,” Herbie said.
“Don’t be. If it hadn’t ended this way, it might have been much worse.”
“You could be right,” Herbie said.