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“You’re sure you’re okay?” I asked.

“I am feeling a bit moist, but that may be from the excitement.”

I yelled, “She seems to be uninjured. We’ll be with you in a second.”

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There was a sudden brightness, and as Marylou and I wriggled free of the forsythia and I helped her to her feet, I saw the woman in the tight jeans wielding a video camera with a light atop it and recording our struggles. Apparently this would be Marylou’s debut on Focks News, and mine also.

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“Who are you?” she snapped. “I need a name please. And your position here.”

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“I’m Jane Trinkus and I don’t need lectures from you on how to do my job. If Bill was here, he would make short work of a dickhead like you. As his representative, I am telling you to watch out or I will do the same.”

“I’m making a note.”

There were no sirens, but the cop car that turned off Transformer came up Moth Street fast, flashing like a meteor.

Art said, “Finally, Alice Blue Gown.”

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There were plenty of parking places along the street, but the patrol car double parked and two officers got out. “Who made the 911 call?” the older one asked.

Trinkus identified herself as a producer for The Bill O’Malley Show and said, “We know that we are not liked in the homosexual community, but this is the first time anyone actually tried to kill us. My cameraman Bert Spatz is lying on the porch severely wounded, and I am just lucky to be alive.”

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“I’m afraid so.”

“Congratulations, sir. Yes, I’ve heard of this happening.

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Now Trinkus was on the phone again with somebody, saying,

“We may be in danger. The cops up here are in bed with the gays.

Maybe somebody should wake Bill up. This is incredible!”

There were more flashing lights, and an ambulance rolled up the street and halted behind the police cruiser. A young man and a young woman in uniform got out quickly and the cop pointed to the porch.

The officer, a Sergeant Filio, took statements from everyone who had witnessed the paintball attack. Trinkus stuck to her theory that the Focks News crew were “shot at” by radical gays, probably people who Hu

a narrative of what actually happened, and when, and he said detectives would soon arrive to question witnesses and listen to any ideas they had on who might have done the shooting.

After Marylou gave her version of events, the cop said, “Mrs.

Whitney, you probably shouldn’t leave Saratoga without some kind of security whenever you are wearing your jewels.”

“Oh, officer, thank you so much for such sound advice.”

Trinkus said, “That’s not Marylou Whitney. It’s a fucking drag queen. Are you serious?”

Sergeant Filio said, “I’m just going to pretend I never heard that,” and winked at Marylou.

The cop turned his attention to the eMts, who were now hauling the cameraman down the steps on a gurney, and Art said to Hu

“Where are you taking him?” Trinkus yelled after the eMts as they slid the gurney into the ambulance, and they told her Albany Medical Center.

“Is he going to be okay?”

“Should be. He says his back hurts. Probably from when he fell over. But the paint didn’t get in his eyes or anything”

“Be brave, Bert, be brave,” she called after him. “Bill will be so supportive of you.”

Another police car arrived as the ambulance was pulling away, and two plainclothes officers led us through our recitations a second time. Again, Jane Trinkus speculated that she and her cohorts had been shot at by “gay terrorists.”

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