CHAPTER TEN
"Welcome, welcome! Come in and join the party!" Hal Ransberg was in a more jovial, more animated mood than Scott had ever seen him before. He slapped the young disc jockey on the back, then helped him off with his overcoat, accepting the carefully wrapped bottle of wine Scott had brought as a gift with great ceremony.
"Let me introduce you around," Ransberg shouted. He led Scott into the thick of the crowd and began presenting him, the names rolling off his tongue so quickly that Scott caught none of them. He was pleased to find that a number of the guests knew all about his radio show, and that most of them claimed to like it.
Ransberg pushed him toward the bar. "Have anything you like, Son. Only the best for my favorite boy."
The black bartender looked at Scott blankly, a
