vegas later today!!! kisses danny
Danny! I feel a swell of relief. Danny will make me laugh again. Danny will make everything better.
Danny Kovitz is my famous fashion designer friend, and he’s a total star. The minute he heard Suze was in trouble, he promised to fly out, commandeer his whole staff, whatever it took. He’s really fond of Tarkie too, so of course he wanted to help. (Well, actually, he fancies Tarkie rotten. But that’s not something to mention to Suze.)
“Danny’s nearly here!” I tell Suze. “We can all meet up, have a nice dinner, relax….”
I’m desperately trying to inject a bit of positivity into Suze, but it’s like trying to soften a brick wall.
“I can’t relax, Bex,” she practically spits. “I need to see Tarkie in the flesh. I need to know he’s away from that…character.”
“Listen, Suze,” I say gently. “I know you’re still worried, but you should try to take your mind off things. I’m planning to take Minnie to the shark aquarium. D’you want to come too?”
“I don’t think so.” Suze gives a dismissive shake of the head.
“But you need to do something—”
“I am going to do something. Alicia and I are going to try to find a yoga class. Do some emails, have an early night.”
I stare at her, trying to conceal my shock. Emails? Early night?
“But we’re in Las Vegas! I thought we could go and watch the fountains at the Bellagio and then have a drink….” I trail off at Suze’s forbidding expression.
“I’m not into touristy gimmicks,” she says disdainfully, and Alicia nods in agreement.
I feel a dart of hurt. Since when? She was totally into touristy gimmicks when we went to Seville that time and bought flamenco dresses and wore them out to supper and kept saying “Olé!” to each other. We couldn’t stop laughing. It was one of the best nights of my life. In fact, Suze was the one who had the idea to wear the dresses, now I come to think of it. And she bought a guitar with ribbons on it. How touristy is that?
“Suze, come and see the Bellagio fountains at least,” I say entreatingly. “They’re not gimmicky, they’re iconic. Don’t you remember when we went to see Ocean’s Eleven for the first time and we made a pact to go to Las Vegas one day?”
Suze shrugs blankly, checking her phone as though she has no interest in anything I have to say, and I feel the tears threatening again.
“OK. Well. Enjoy your evening.”
“You do realize we have breakfast with Tarkie and your father at nine tomorrow morning?” Suze fixes me with an accusing gaze.
“Of course!”
“So you won’t be up till all hours, drinking free cocktails and passing out over the roulette table?”
“No!” I say defiantly. “I will not. I’ll be sitting here, bright as a button, at eight-thirty A.M .”
“Well, see you then.”
Suze and Alicia head off down a corridor which looks just like the Sistine Chapel, and I stare after her miserably, then turn back to the others.
“ You’ll come and watch the fountains with me?” I appeal to Luke. “And you, Mum? And Janice?”
“Of course we will!” says Mum, who procured a drink from somewhere while Luke was checking us in and is now swigging from it. “You can’t hold us back! My time has come, love. My time has come.”
“What do you mean?” I say, puzzled.
“If your father can go kicking his heels up, then so can I! If your father can run through the family fortune, then so can I!”
Mum has had a slightly mad look in her eye ever since we heard from Dad. Now, gulping her drink, she looks even madder.
“I don’t think Dad’s running through the family fortune,” I say warily.
“How do we know what he’s doing?” counters Mum wildly. “All these years, I’ve been that man’s dutiful wife. I’ve cooked him supper, I’ve made his bed, I’ve hung on his every word….”
OK, that’s rubbish. Mum has never hung on Dad’s every word, and half the time she buys ready meals
Danny! I feel a swell of relief. Danny will make me laugh again. Danny will make everything better.
Danny Kovitz is my famous fashion designer friend, and he’s a total star. The minute he heard Suze was in trouble, he promised to fly out, commandeer his whole staff, whatever it took. He’s really fond of Tarkie too, so of course he wanted to help. (Well, actually, he fancies Tarkie rotten. But that’s not something to mention to Suze.)
“Danny’s nearly here!” I tell Suze. “We can all meet up, have a nice dinner, relax….”
I’m desperately trying to inject a bit of positivity into Suze, but it’s like trying to soften a brick wall.
“I can’t relax, Bex,” she practically spits. “I need to see Tarkie in the flesh. I need to know he’s away from that…character.”
“Listen, Suze,” I say gently. “I know you’re still worried, but you should try to take your mind off things. I’m planning to take Minnie to the shark aquarium. D’you want to come too?”
“I don’t think so.” Suze gives a dismissive shake of the head.
“But you need to do something—”
“I am going to do something. Alicia and I are going to try to find a yoga class. Do some emails, have an early night.”
I stare at her, trying to conceal my shock. Emails? Early night?
“But we’re in Las Vegas! I thought we could go and watch the fountains at the Bellagio and then have a drink….” I trail off at Suze’s forbidding expression.
“I’m not into touristy gimmicks,” she says disdainfully, and Alicia nods in agreement.
I feel a dart of hurt. Since when? She was totally into touristy gimmicks when we went to Seville that time and bought flamenco dresses and wore them out to supper and kept saying “Olé!” to each other. We couldn’t stop laughing. It was one of the best nights of my life. In fact, Suze was the one who had the idea to wear the dresses, now I come to think of it. And she bought a guitar with ribbons on it. How touristy is that?
“Suze, come and see the Bellagio fountains at least,” I say entreatingly. “They’re not gimmicky, they’re iconic. Don’t you remember when we went to see Ocean’s Eleven for the first time and we made a pact to go to Las Vegas one day?”
Suze shrugs blankly, checking her phone as though she has no interest in anything I have to say, and I feel the tears threatening again.
“OK. Well. Enjoy your evening.”
“You do realize we have breakfast with Tarkie and your father at nine tomorrow morning?” Suze fixes me with an accusing gaze.
“Of course!”
“So you won’t be up till all hours, drinking free cocktails and passing out over the roulette table?”
“No!” I say defiantly. “I will not. I’ll be sitting here, bright as a button, at eight-thirty A.M .”
“Well, see you then.”
Suze and Alicia head off down a corridor which looks just like the Sistine Chapel, and I stare after her miserably, then turn back to the others.
“ You’ll come and watch the fountains with me?” I appeal to Luke. “And you, Mum? And Janice?”
“Of course we will!” says Mum, who procured a drink from somewhere while Luke was checking us in and is now swigging from it. “You can’t hold us back! My time has come, love. My time has come.”
“What do you mean?” I say, puzzled.
“If your father can go kicking his heels up, then so can I! If your father can run through the family fortune, then so can I!”
Mum has had a slightly mad look in her eye ever since we heard from Dad. Now, gulping her drink, she looks even madder.
“I don’t think Dad’s running through the family fortune,” I say warily.
“How do we know what he’s doing?” counters Mum wildly. “All these years, I’ve been that man’s dutiful wife. I’ve cooked him supper, I’ve made his bed, I’ve hung on his every word….”
OK, that’s rubbish. Mum has never hung on Dad’s every word, and half the time she buys ready meals
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