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“
You
’
re
staying
here
?
”
I
sound
like
a
sophomore
on
amphetamines
,
too
high
pitched
even
for
my
own
ears
.
“
Well
,
yesterday
you
said
you
wished
I
was
here
.
”
He
pauses
,
trying
to
gauge
my
reaction
.
“
We
aim
to
please
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
His
voice
is
quiet
with
no
trace
of
humor
.
Crap
—
is
he
mad
?
Maybe
the
Mrs
.
Robinson
comments
?
Or
the
fact
that
I
am
on
my
third
,
soon
to
be
fourth
,
Cosmo
?
My
mother
is
glancing
anxiously
at
the
two
of
us
.
“
Won
’
t
you
join
us
for
a
drink
,
Christian
?
”
She
waves
to
the
waiter
,
who
is
at
her
side
in
a
nanosecond
.
“
I
’
ll
have
a
gin
and
tonic
,
”
Christian
says
.
“
Hendricks
if
you
have
it
,
or
Bombay
Sapphire
.
Cucumber
with
the
Hendricks
,
lime
with
the
Bombay
.
”
Holy
hell
…
only
Christian
could
make
a
meal
out
of
ordering
a
drink
.
“
And
two
more
Cosmos
,
please
,
”
I
add
,
looking
anxiously
at
Christian
.
I
am
drinking
with
my
mother
—
no
way
can
he
be
angry
about
that
.
“
Please
pull
up
a
chair
,
Christian
.
”
“
Thank
you
,
Mrs
.
Adams
.
”
Christian
pulls
a
nearby
chair
over
and
sits
gracefully
down
beside
me
.
