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drew a beer and set it on her tray. Then she carried it back to me.
    â€˜I clued him in who you are,’ she said. ‘He’ll take better care of you, now.’
    â€˜Maybe he’ll take good care of me when my friend gets here,’ I said.
    â€˜Who’s your friend?’
    â€˜Bing Crosby.’
    â€˜Really?’ she asked. ‘You know Bing Crosby?’
    â€˜I do.’
    â€˜And he’s comin’ here tonight?’
    â€˜In about ten minutes.’
    â€˜Wow.’
    â€˜Do you want to meet him?’
    â€˜I wanna see him,’ she said, ‘but I’d be too nervous to meet him.’
    â€˜Come on, Didi,’ I said, ‘everybody likes to meet stars. And stars like to meet pretty girls.’
    â€˜Well, maybe,’ she said.
    â€˜You better make up your mind,’ I said, ‘because he just walked in.’

EIGHT
    Didi turned and caught her breath as Bing approached us.
    â€˜Hey, Eddie,’ he said, putting his hand out long before he got to me. ‘Thanks so much for meetin’ me.’
    â€˜Sure thing, Bing,’ I said. ‘Oh, this is Didi. She’s a big fan of yours.’
    â€˜Didi,’ Bing said. He took her hand and held it gently. ‘I’m always happy to meet a fan, especially one so pretty.’
    â€˜Oh my God!’ Didi said.
    â€˜Didi,’ I said, ‘say hello to Bing.’
    He still held her right hand so she put her left hand over her mouth and said, ‘Oh my God!’
    Bing threw me an amused look and released Didi’s hand.
    â€˜OK, Didi,’ I said, ‘you’ve got some customers lookin’ for you.’
    Didi looked at me, then at Bing and said, ‘Oh my God.’
    I grabbed her tray from the bar, handed it to her, then turned her around and patted her on the butt.
    Bing got up on a stool and looked toward the bartender.
    â€˜Drink?’ I asked.
    â€˜A cup of coffee, I think.’ He took out his pipe and gestured to me. ‘Do you mind?’
    â€˜No, go ahead.’
    He got the pipe going and the bartender brought him a cup of coffee and served him as if he was Joe Blow from Kokomo on vacation in Sin City.
    â€˜Frank Junior had a good show,’ I said, as an icebreaker. Bing seemed to have settled into puffing on his pipe and gone away to a place all by himself.
    â€˜Hmm? Oh, yeah,’ Bing said. ‘He’s got to develop, but he’s got some talent. He has a lot to live up to, though, with Frank as a father. It’s not easy, you know, being a famous father and trying to raise sons.’
    He had sons of his own, but I didn’t know anything about Bing Crosby as a father. Not then.
    â€˜Well, maybe I should get to the point,’ he said, finally. ‘My wife is waiting for me upstairs.’
    â€˜OK.’
    â€˜Aside from singing and my wife,’ he said, ‘I have two loves. Golf and horses. You’ve seen me around both.’
    I nodded.
    â€˜One of the reasons I came to see Frankie’s show was because I was also coming out here to look at a horse. I may not own Del Mar anymore, but I still like to own thoroughbreds.’
    â€˜Dino mentioned something about Red Rock Canyon,’ I offered, to help him along.
    â€˜Yes, I’m supposed to go out to where this fella has a ranch.’
    â€˜Is there a problem gettin’ out there?’ I asked. ‘Transportation? The Sands can provide . . . or I can drive you . . .’
    â€˜I appreciate the offer, Eddie, but my problem is this: my trainer hasn’t shown up. He was supposed to meet me here today. Then we were supposed to go out and look at the horse tomorrow.’
    â€˜I see.’ I didn’t see, but I didn’t know what else to say. ‘You want me to check around, see what I can find out?’
    â€˜Actually, that wasn’t what I was gonna ask, but maybe that would be a good idea. What I wanted to ask you was about