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ung actor； whom he knew for a fact was not one of the smartest bunnies in town； was receiving his third Oscar of the night； for a picture he had…at least according to the credits…written； directed and starred in。 The latter？ Well there was no disputing that。 He was in every other frame of the damn picture； back…lit and golden。 He was playing a stuttering； mentally unstable poor boy from the Deep South； a role which he claimed he had based on the life of his father's brother； who had died tragically at the hands of a lynch mob that had mistaken him for a rapist。 It was all perfect Oscar…fodder： the ambitious young artist bucking the star system to tell a tale of the human spirit； rooted in his own family history。
Except that the truth was neither so moving nor so magical。 Far from having been lynched； the 'dead' uncle was still very much alive； （or so gossip around town went） having spent twenty…two years in jail for a rape that he did not to this day contest。 He had received a healthy pay…back from the studio that released the picture to stay conveniently quiet； so that his story could be told the Hollywood way； leaving the Golden Boy with his ten…thousand…watt smile to walk off with three Oscars for his mantelpiece。 Todd had it on good authority that his directorial skills extended no further than knowing where his Winnebago was parked。
He wasn't the only one aspiring to snatch Todd's throne。 There were plenty of others； chirpy little cock…suckers swarming out of the woodwork to play the King of Hollywood； when Todd had yet to vacate the role。
Well fuck 'em。 He'd knock them off their stolen pedestals； the sons of bitches。 He'd have the limelight back in a heartbeat…all that glory； all that love…and they'd be back on the casting couch in a week with their fannies in the air。
So what if it cost him a few weeks of disfort？ It would be worth it just to see the expressions on their pretty little faces when they realized they'd got greedy a decade too early。
Contrary to recent opinions； the King of the Heart…throbs was not dead。 He was ing home； and he was going to look like a million dollars。
FOUR
On the day Todd had booked to see Burrows for a first consultation； he had to cancel at the last minute。
〃You're not going to believe my excuse；〃 he told the receptionist； 〃But I swear it's the truth。〃
〃Go on。〃
〃My dog's sick。〃
〃Well that's not one we hear very often。 So； gold star for originality。〃
The fact was that Dempsey； his mutt； was not looking too good that morning； he'd got up to go out into the back yard for his morning piss and he'd stumbled； as though one of his legs was numb。 Todd went down to see if he was okay。 He wasn't。 Though he still put on a happy face for his boss； his expression looked strangely dislocated； as though he was having difficulty focusing on Todd。
〃What's wrong with you； boy？〃
Todd went down on his haunches in front of the dog； and stroked his ears。 Dempsey growled appreciatively。 But he felt unsteady in Todd's arms； as though at any moment he might keel over。
Todd called Maxine and told her he'd be at the vet's for the next few hours。
〃Something wrong with that flatulent old dog of yours？〃
〃You'll be flatulent when you get to his age；〃 Todd said。 〃And yeah。 There is something wrong。 He keeps falling over。〃
He'd had Dempsey eleven years。 He'd bought the dog as a pup just before he'd started to shoot Gunner。 As a consequence the dog's first real experience of life beyond his mother's teat was being carried around a movie studio by his owner and adored； all of which he thereafter took as his God…given right。 Dempsey had been with Todd on every set since； the two were inseparable。 Todd and Dempsey； Dempsey and Todd。 Thanks to those early experiences of universal affection he was a confident dog； afraid of nobody； and…unless somebody was afraid of him…predisposed to be friendly。
The vet's name was Doctor Spenser； an ebullient black woman who'd been looking after Dempsey since puppyhood。 She did a few tests and told Todd that yes； there were definitive signs that Dempsey was having cognitive difficulties。
〃How old is he now？〃
〃He'll be twelve next March。〃
〃Oh that's right…we didn't know his birthday so we said…〃
〃…Oscar Night。〃
〃What's wrong； boy？〃 Doctor Spenser said to Dempsey； ruffling him under the chin。 〃He's certainly not his usual happy self； is he？〃
〃Nope。〃
〃Well； I'd like to keep him in here for a few tests。〃
〃I brought a stool sample like you asked。〃
〃Thanks。〃
Todd produced a small Tupperware container of dog poop。 〃Well we'll have that analyzed。 You want the container back？ Just kidding。 Don't look so grim； Todd…〃
〃I don't like seeing him like this。〃
〃It's probably a virus he's picked up。 We'll give him a few antibiotics and he'll be good as new。〃
〃But there's something weird about his eyes。 Look。 He's not even focusing on us。〃
Dempsey had raised his head； knowing full well he was being talked about； but plainly he was having some difficulty fixing his gaze on whoever was doing the talking。
〃This couldn't just be old age； could it？〃
〃I doubt it。 He's been a very healthy dog so far； and it's my experience that a mutt like Dempsey is going to last a lot longer than some over…bred hound。 You leave him with me。 Check in with me at the end of the day。〃
Todd did that。 The news was there was no news。 The stool sample had gone to the lab to be analyzed； and meanwhile Dempsey was looking weak； perhaps a little disorientated； but there'd been no noticeable deterioration in his condition。
〃You can either take him home tonight or leave him here。 He'll be perfectly fine here。 We don't actually have anybody monitoring the dogs from eleven pm till six in the morning； but the chances of…〃
〃I'm going to e and collect him。〃
Despite Spenser's reassurances that there had been no deterioration； Todd disagreed。 Usually when he arrived at the vet's after Dempsey had stayed in for a couple of hours； either for a shot； or his six…month checkup； he was greeted by the dog in crazy mode； yapping his delight at seeing his boss again； and ready to be out of the door before they could stick another damn needle in his backside。 But today； when Dempsey came round the corner it seemed to take a moment before the dog even realized it was his master at the door； calling to him。 And when he came； though some of his old enthusiasm returned； he was a shadow of his former self。 Doctor Spenser had already gone off…duty for the night。 Todd asked if he could have her home number； but there were some things； it seemed； even being Todd Pickett couldn't get you。
〃She's got kids to take care of；〃 the male nurse said。 〃She likes to keep this place and her home…life very separate。〃
〃But if there's an emergency？〃
〃I'd remend going to the twenty…four…hour animal hospital on Sepulveda。 There'll be doctors there all night if anything were to happen。 But honestly； I think it's some virus he's picked up out at the dog park； and it'll just take a course of antibiotics。〃
〃Well can I take some antibiotics then？〃 Todd said； getting a little irritated with the casual way Demp