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…

a professional

the hell is

me then, scratching at the back of his head, weighs in. “C’mon Mitch. I know you’ve got client confidentiality and

guy. He 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 and, well… He can’t…”

Cream cakes?

both stare into the box. “Okay,” he says.

likes me to throw them at him,”

Wtf?

end of his nose.

a bit, he undresses and stands in the bath, and then I have to throw the cream cakes at him. And for every one where

creases up.

been going on?”

“About four years now.”

much of a bonus

for

Frank, “that in that time you’ve become a fucking Olympic grade

“I hit the gold five times out of six. It’s earned me a nice little

he wants?” I

I’ve exhausted the ammunition, he showers down, pays me and leaves. And I don’t see him again until the same time next week.” She offers the box to us. “Meringue anyone? Or maybe an

I meet eyes. “Think I’ll pass,”

“Me too.”

offers the box towards the bar.

Mitch.” His face is bland.

Frank belly-laughs, flinging an arm around her shoulders. “Ah, it’s great to have

heading for the door. “Just going to powder my

she vanishes from view, I say, “You got

here. And I’ve taken some shots for you.” He fishes out a Polaroid camera and a dozen shots. “Just take a quick look through. Check you’re

through; inside shots, outside

“Yes, they’re fine…”

times over and um…” He eyes me speculatively… “I had to grease a few palms to get it moving

I'll pay

through the

I shuffle through the collection, totting up the total, then reach for my cheque-book.

great doing business with you, Larry. A

across. “You deliver what I ask for. I pay

my life would be a lot easier if everyone paid on the dot like you do. Still…” He turns thoughtful. “… I should have the keys for

somewhere to make my own, instead of camping

You still want me

elaborate. Cream and

Put your own

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

travels over my shoulder to where

Are we?

not sure what that means,” I

Frank brightens.

her fingers through each

the camera. “Let’s have a photo, eh.

Intrepid Trio?