Stone and Dino were in the living room of the main house when Manolo ushered in Rick and Glenna Barron. They rose to greet their guests, and Stone introduced them to Dino.
“Our other guest will be along shortly,” Rick said, as they shook hands. His handshake was dry and firm, and his movements were not those of a very old man. Glenna, amazingly, looked a healthy sixty. Everyone ordered drinks.
“When did you arrive, Stone?” Rick asked as they sat down.
“Yesterday afternoon, late. I flew us out.”
“Oh, in what?”
“A Cessna Citation Mustang, recently acquired.”
“Beautiful little airplane,” Rick said.
“I know that you flew off carriers in World War II,” Stone said.
“Yes, but I flew a lot more than that. My father owned a little FBO at Santa Monica Airport, and I flew charter flights for him for years. I still own the FBO. I’ve also been type rated in every jet Centurion has owned, including the current Citation Ten, though I haven’t been pilot-in-command for years. I still have my medical certificate, too.”
“I didn’t know all that, Rick; you’ll have to come and fly my airplane.”
“I’ve already flown one, thanks. We’re thinking of buying a smaller, shorter-range airplane for flying around the West.”
The doorbell rang, and Manolo escorted in a tall, striking blonde. It took Stone a moment to recognize her.
“Stone!” she said, rushing toward him and planting a tender, juicy kiss on his lips.
Stone dabbed at his lips with a handkerchief, and it came away red. “Charlene, it’s so good to see you,” he said, then introduced her to Dino, who was flabbergasted to meet a bona fide movie star. Stone had had a brief fling with Charlene Joiner on a previous visit to L.A., just as she had had flings with numerous men, including a president.
They all sat down again, and Manolo served their drinks.
“Rick was telling us about his flying career,” Stone said.
“I’ve flown with Rick, and he’s a marvelous pilot,” Charlene said.
Rick warmed to the conversation. “Stone, do you remember the movie actor Clete Barrow?”
“Of course,” Stone said. “He swashed a lot of buckles in his time. Died in the war, didn’t he?”
“That’s right, he did. In September of 1939 I flew Clete, David Niven, and Clark Gable up to Oregon for some steelhead fishing on the Rogue River. We were up there when we heard Neville Chamberlain on the shortwave radio, announcing that a state of war existed between Britain and Germany. We returned to L.A. immediately, and before you knew it, Clete and Niven had left for England,
where they joined their old regiments. Niven had a splendid war record, and Clete died at Dunkirk, getting his men onto boats. After Clark’s wife, Carole Lombard, was killed in an airplane crash while returning from a bond tour, Clark enlisted, too. So did I, but for a different reason.”
“That was quite a moment in history,” Stone said.
“Glenna got into it, too,” Rick said. “I was serving aboard the aircraft carrier Saratoga when she came aboard with Artie Shaw’s band for a show, and we got to have a very brief meeting.”
“It was a remarkable experience,” Glenna said. “Artie, the band, and I were lowered from the main deck into a huge area hangar belowdecks on an aircraft elevator, and three thousand sailors went wild. I’ve never heard such a sound, before or since.”
Manolo came into the room. “Dinner is served,” he said, and everyone followed him into the dining room.
Rick walked arm in arm with Stone and whispered, “We’ll get down to business over coffee.”
5
When the dishes had been taken away, Manolo approached the table. “Would you like to have coffee in the study, Mr. Stone?”
“Thank you, yes, Manolo,” Stone replied, and stood.
Glenna looked across the table at Dino. “Dino, would you like to take a look at the gardens while they talk business?”