Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 14

The bar is seamy, dark and disreputable.

Just the place for a grieving man…

James has had two beers with chasers already and looks to be just hitting his stride.

Wonder what he’s eaten today…?

I flag the barman for a bowl of nuts, trying to be subtle about pushing it James’ way. He fails to notice and simply swills down half a beer in two swallows.

“I suppose I never really believed I’d lost her entirely…” he’s saying. “But the way she looked at me when I tried to tell her that her mother had lied.”

I put my glass down, trying not to touch the surface of the suspiciously sticky counter. “Who wants to believe bad things about their mother?”

His nod is microscopic. The tilt of his head as he knocks back another malt chaser is large.

“What did Georgie want?”

We’ve only been here twenty minutes, and he’s already slurring. “Money for her mother.”

“Pretty manipulative on Marlene’s part,” I comment. “You'd think she would have come to ask herself. Rather than use her own daughter that way.”

James flags the barman for another round…

Do I want to keep up with this?

…. What are friends for…?

We’re both going to pay in the morning…

“She did.”

“What?”

“She did. Marlene came to see me, at the office.”

I try to inject calm into my voice. “When was that?”

“Some weeks ago.”

“And you didn't say anything?”

“I didn't think it was your problem.”

“It becomes my problem when my wife is crying.”

back his shot, slamming

on a burn

to drink himself

*****

and,

or is

… bars later…

my head is weaving more than my body. My legs are

the double malt James just ordered. “Last one,” he says,

“No prubl’m,” I mutter.

are we going to

bar, “Can

shoulder. I

Whash the fuck are you

chauffeur eases a hand under my elbow. “Mr

good

*****

 

James

Christ Almighty…

My head….

flop back as my stomach

Where am I?

examine

Clean white linen…

A clean white ceiling…

cautiously, in case it detaches from my neck,

beside me are a plastic tumbler, a pitcher of water and another

which twins with mine, is Michael, lying on his back, his mouth open, snoring

Orange juice...

Drink of the gods...

from between

I'm naked...

When did I undress?

bed, I reach for the juice, gulping

Michael

“Oh, fuck...”

wipes down his face with

I lick them and try again. “There’s juice

his head jerking my way then stopping in mid-movement. Moving with exaggerated caution, he sits up. As he pours a glass of juice, he looks across. “Next time I suggest going on a bender with you, remind me not to.”

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