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“GREAT news, Max. You’re both still employed!” Myrna shouted into her phone as Lawrence gunned the Cadillac down Euclid. “Yes, we found the car.... It’s a long story. We’ll tell you all about it after the parade.... Look, we’ll be there, but we’re still up on the far end of Euclid and we’re flying low. Could you be a dear and have some of those policemen wave us through the intersections on the east side of the park? Otherwise we’re going to get caught in the traffic on the front end of the parade, and we’ll never make it.... You’re a darling! Oh, and Max, we’re bringing company....”