Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago

The bar is still dressed for Christmas, but at the far side of the room a girl is taking down green and red foil decorations from a tree while a man in blue overalls reaches from the top of a ladder with a screwdriver, fiddling in an electric box, looking back as coloured lights flicker on then off again.

Behind the bar, Angelo is doing his ‘forever work’ of polishing glasses…

“What’ll it be, Larry?” He reaches towards the bottles…

“Just a coffee. It’s a bit early.”

“Coming up.”

To the hiss of steam from the kitchenette, Frank arrives, briefcase in hand.

“Hi, Larry. Happy New Year.” He glances at his wrist. “Not late am I?”

“Not at all. I just arrived myself.”

As we seat ourselves, Angelo arrives with my coffee. “What are you having, Frank?”

“I’ll have a beer. Thanks, Angelo.” He lays the briefcase on the coffee-table starting to click it open…

“Not just now.” I nod towards the door.

He follows my gaze, frowning as he puts the case to one side and Mitch sashays in.

As beautiful as ever, she’s wearing a dress in that shade of green that suits her so well. Classically cut, it suggests her perfect figure without displaying too much of it…

And she’s wearing that fucking necklace that Conners gave her.

“Hi, Mitch. Good holiday?” Angelo holds up a box of tea bags. “Your usual?”

She flashes teeth. “Yes, great holiday.” Then, “And yes. Mint please.”

Mitch undulates over, settling on the couch between me and Frank. “Hi, guys.”

“Hey, Mitch. Great to see you.” Frank breaks into a broad smile, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. “Happy New Year. I was beginning to think you were never coming back.” He jerks a thumb at me. “Did he give you a good time?”

“Hi, Frank. Yes, we had a wonderful time. It was the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

He looks a bit blue at that. Angelo arrives with a tray, setting down beer and tea, then vanishes behind the bar, to return a moment or so later. He dumps a large flimsy cardboard box on the table, the kind a baker might use.

“Old Mr Vacarrelli called by,” he says to Mitch. “I did explain to him that you weren’t working again yet, but he’d brought them with him and he said Happy New Year and we should share them between us. But that if you changed your mind, you should give him a call.”

“Er, right. Thanks.” There’s a touch of pink at her cheekbones. “No, I’m not working yet, and I don’t think I have my phone book with me anyway.”

He thumbs across the room. “You left it in the back there before you left.”

“Fine. Thanks.”

“What’s in the box, Mitch?” I sip my coffee. “Dare I ask?”

She sips at her tea, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s just say that not all of my clients want the same thing.”

My cup hovering half-way to the counter-top. “Really?” I eye the box.

She’s actually blushing…

makes a professional

the hell

“C’mon Mitch. I know you’ve got client confidentiality and all that, but we’re all grown-ups here. We know what

had a good marriage but he was widowed some years ago. He’s not forgotten what it’s all about, but he’s pretty elderly

Cream cakes?

box. “Okay,” he

me to throw them at

Wtf?

his

stands in the bath, and then I have to throw the cream cakes at him. And for every one where I, um, score

creases up. So do

this been

“About four years now.”

much of a bonus does he pay

ten for every

you’ve become a fucking Olympic grade shot with

of six. It’s earned me a nice little bonus over

he wants?”

pays me and leaves. And I don’t see him again until the same time next

I meet eyes. “Think

“Me too.”

offers the box towards the

face is bland. “Maybe another

belly-laughs, flinging an arm around her shoulders. “Ah, it’s great to have you back, Mitch. That’s the best laugh I’ve had in

door. “Just going to

from view, I say, “You

And I’ve taken some shots for you.” He fishes out a Polaroid camera

inside shots, outside

“Yes, they’re fine…”

eyes me speculatively… “I had to grease a few palms

me. I'll pay

papers from a file. “Got it here. I've listed the fees as disbursements.” He flicks through the sheets, returns to

shuffle through the collection, totting up the total, then reach for my cheque-book. To Frank’s

Larry.

“You deliver

He turns thoughtful. “… I should have the keys

thinking about it. At any rate, I want somewhere to make

You still want me to get the

Cream

canvas kinda thing? Put your own mark on

needed. I’ll have the furniture sent over when you tell me it’s ready. But the quicker the

gaze travels over my shoulder to where Mitch went. “Um… you two an

Are we?

sure what

brightens. “No?

reappears, rubbing her fingers through each

“Let’s have a photo, eh. The Intrepid Trio

Intrepid Trio?