" . . . Where was I?" "The police," I reminded her.
"Oh yes -- now, dear, I need you and Pinky (my mother's hairdresser's name was - naturally - Pinky) - I need you to get to the house before the police to let them in, but also I need you to go through the house and hide all the guns and bullets and - what else . . . Oh yes! I need you to flush your brother's marijuana down the toilet."
That's MGM legend Debbie Reynolds, instructing her daughter (via telephone) while her son, Todd Fisher, was in surgery after accidentally shooting himself in the leg.
(excerpt from Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher. A brilliant and quick afternoon read).
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