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Across the table fro the last bits of what used to be my salmon He’s silent, focused on his food Hein concern He wolfed down his food in record ti on mine
The new play he’s directing er, whenever he was focused on anything, exaet to eat I shake my head and take a sip from my wine Everybody callslike a mother hen about my twenty four year old brother
Aidan drops his fork and picks up his glass of wine, taking a long sip as he leans back on his chair His gaze goes to glass wall of the restaurant, fro like decorations on an endless Christ, and neither do I When we have these dinners, verbal communication is not usually the priority
My thoughts are interrupted by a waitress, young, with long black hair and honey toned skin She’s slender as a bone, but adequately filled out in all the right places She walks towards our table, holding a bottle of ith a napkin at the base I watch as she passes by, detached in my assessment of her assets, but as she crosses Aidan’s line of vision, I see his interest perk, and he sits up, only a little, but enough to make me smile in amusement
“You can’t have grown tired of all the talented girls on Broadway already,” I say with a small smirk
“Impossible,” Aidan repliesevery day” His eyes are still on the waitress, who’s behind ht in his line of vision With obvious reluctance, he turns his gaze back to er, more carefree reflection “I’, “even the ones who can’t sing and dance”
“Appreciate away,” I chuckle “I’ve been hearing good things about your play” It’s his first ti a play on Broadway Off Broadway, yes, a couple of successful ones, but this is his first big outing, and while I have no doubt that he will be do great, I want to be sure he feels the same way
“There’s just been one viewing Nobody knows anything yet” He frowns “I don’t want to talk about the play How’s the hotel?”
“Running” The Swanson Court is our faacy The multi-story hotel was built in the forties, soon after the war ended, by randfather, Gabriel Swanson A few years later, he alrandfather, Alexander Court, saved the hotel and used his money to turn it into a world-class nahter, and changed the name of the hotel to the Swanson Court Hotel
I own it Most of it anyway, Aidan has his shares, but it’s mainly mine, and I run it too In the ten years since my father died, I’ve expanded the brand across the country and
“I’ot” Aidan says suddenly
I knohat he’s talking about “It doesn’t matter,” I say “I couldn’t care less if it’s azines I’d seen in the nate turns twenty nine!’ It had screa sonate When had that becoether” I continue, as Aidan elass, “Next week I’ll be in San Francisco, and you’ll be knee-deep in theyour play”
“You’ll be here for opening night though,” he asks Suddenly he looks like a child again, hopeful Is Daddy co back?
I blink, then chuckle, banishing the memory “Of course”
He grins, “If it bombs, at least you’ll be there to take et well and truly wasted”
“Let’s just hope it doesn’t bomb”
“Well if it does, I want to wake up in a suite in Vegas with no irls on’t care that I’ve forgotten their names”
“If everyone got that after a bad show,” I say with a laugh “I think we’d see more of them” I pause, and watch as Aidan’s eyes find the slender waitress again “Call girls though,” I re your touch”