Friday found Harry lying, fully dressed, in bed in the dark. His hat beside him.
“Harry,” Friday whispered.
Harry sat up.
Friday slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.
“How’d you get in here?” Harry asked.
“I was taught by the best,” Friday said.
She kissed Harry.
“You were right,” she said.
“Right?” Harry asked.
“Marian,” Friday said. “Cotton’s safe. The gun. We got to get you out of here.”
“Why?” Harry asked.
Harry was listless.
“Did they already give you a shot or something?” Friday asked.
“Pills,” Harry said.
Friday searched Harry’s face.
“You okay?” she asked.
“It’s been a long day,” Harry said.
Harry started to lie back down. Friday stopped him.
“Harry,” she said, “it’s like The Big Sleep. When they gave Marlowe the drug.”
Harry shrugged.
“You’ve got to fight it,” Friday said.
Friday took Harry’s arm, got him out of bed and to the door.
“Your hat!” she said.
Friday turned back to the bed and Harry’s hat.
Harry said, “Yeah…”
“You’re leaving without your hat,” Friday said.
Harry shrugged.
“You never go anywhere without your hat,” Friday said.
Harry shrugged.
“The pill works,” Friday said.
“I guess,” Harry said.
Friday grabbed the hat and put it on Harry’s head.