"Get this boy a jambalaya," Huey commanded, waving the menu away with a flick of his dense red fingers. "Get him two shrimp jambalayas. Big ol’ shrimp. We need some jumbo shrimp here, the Child Star looks mighty peaked. Girl, you gotta eat something more than them salads. Woman can’t live on chicken salad. Tell me somethin’. You. Oscar. Man’s gotta eat , don’t he?"