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a counselor, Ethan was calm and
considerate, rational and thoughtful. I was none of those things. Max and Ren
didn’t always come but Ethan and I never missed beer and burger night at the
local hotel. They were all there when I arrived.
“What the fuck?” I said. “Is my
watch slow? People keep arriving everywhere before me, it’s as though I’m in
the Twilight Zone.”
“Hi Sassy,” Ethan said, grinning.
He rose, kissed me on the cheek and I leaned over to kiss Max and Ren while we
were doing the kiss thing.
“But seriously, what time do you
have Maxie?” I asked.
“Two minutes past six,” he
answered. Ren looked at his watch. “I’ve got five past.” Ethan followed suit.
“Five to the hour here.”
I shook my head. “Synchronized
then, good.” The lads laughed.
“I love that outfit on you Sass, red
is you and cute little bowler hat,” Ren said.
“Thanks Ren, it’s just something I
whipped up.” I smiled at him. “How are you?” I asked, studying him. Both he and
Max were thin; Ren was the geeky type who looked as though a gust of wind would
knock him over while Max was solid and tall but pretty, preened to within an
inch of his life like you’d expect from any self-respecting hairdresser. Before
Ren could answer Max stepped in answering for his boyfriend.
“He’s in a green smoothie stage,”
Max said, with a roll of his eyes. “Awful. Every time I turn around there’s a
celery stick and a broccoli bunch heading towards the blender.”
“That sounds wonderfully healthy,”
my brother encouraged Ren.
“I try, God knows I try,” Ren said.
“Every time I start a new health phase they change the rules about what’s
healthy. Meat was in then out, potatoes were fine but then too starchy, garlic
is good for warding off colds, but it wards off friends too… it’s not easy.”
“I really liked it when you were
going through the chocolate fondue stage,” Max said.
I laughed. I loved these boys. I
kind of had Alice lined up for my brother Ethan before she fell for Tomás, but
there was no way she’d even notice my darling brother now, even if he was cute
and charming—a bit like Ryan Gosling, only younger and prettier—okay, nothing
like him at all. I grabbed the waiter’s attention. We all ordered the same
thing we ordered every week and then I turned to Ethan.
“How goes work?” I asked.
“Tough week.” Ethan exhaled. We
really did look more like twins than Saffron and me. He ran his hand through
his short blond hair and gave me a tired smile.
“I couldn’t do what you do.” Ren
shook his head. “I take my hat off to you bro.”
“Thanks, yeah, it can be tough.
This week, was just the usual court-appointed clients, but I tell you, I had
this guy today who had beaten his wife to the point that she had to
hospitalized and he couldn’t understand what he’d done wrong,” Ethan said, and
shook his head. “He said it was her fault for not having dinner ready when he
got home.”
“You’ve got to wonder what
happened in his childhood and family life, to make him like that,” I said,
squeezing my brother’s arm. We had such a great childhood that all my mistakes
were truly my own doing.
“Exactly,” he agreed with me.
“Then I get the other extreme today… a teenager who has been abused by his
father for years and now he’s been expelled from school for bad behavior. Go
figure.”
“Do you still like it, what you
do?” I asked, “because you could take a break and do some modeling or do
relationship counseling or something a bit easier.”
Ethan scoffed, “Are you offering
me a job on your catwalk? Nah, my college modeling days are over, but it’s all
fine. I always wanted to work in this area, it’s just some days you’ve got to
go and find something good to remember that this crap isn’t the norm.”
Our drinks arrived and we clinked
our glasses in a toast.
“I’ll tell you something good,”
Max said, “a group of Saints has just walked in.
considerate, rational and thoughtful. I was none of those things. Max and Ren
didn’t always come but Ethan and I never missed beer and burger night at the
local hotel. They were all there when I arrived.
“What the fuck?” I said. “Is my
watch slow? People keep arriving everywhere before me, it’s as though I’m in
the Twilight Zone.”
“Hi Sassy,” Ethan said, grinning.
He rose, kissed me on the cheek and I leaned over to kiss Max and Ren while we
were doing the kiss thing.
“But seriously, what time do you
have Maxie?” I asked.
“Two minutes past six,” he
answered. Ren looked at his watch. “I’ve got five past.” Ethan followed suit.
“Five to the hour here.”
I shook my head. “Synchronized
then, good.” The lads laughed.
“I love that outfit on you Sass, red
is you and cute little bowler hat,” Ren said.
“Thanks Ren, it’s just something I
whipped up.” I smiled at him. “How are you?” I asked, studying him. Both he and
Max were thin; Ren was the geeky type who looked as though a gust of wind would
knock him over while Max was solid and tall but pretty, preened to within an
inch of his life like you’d expect from any self-respecting hairdresser. Before
Ren could answer Max stepped in answering for his boyfriend.
“He’s in a green smoothie stage,”
Max said, with a roll of his eyes. “Awful. Every time I turn around there’s a
celery stick and a broccoli bunch heading towards the blender.”
“That sounds wonderfully healthy,”
my brother encouraged Ren.
“I try, God knows I try,” Ren said.
“Every time I start a new health phase they change the rules about what’s
healthy. Meat was in then out, potatoes were fine but then too starchy, garlic
is good for warding off colds, but it wards off friends too… it’s not easy.”
“I really liked it when you were
going through the chocolate fondue stage,” Max said.
I laughed. I loved these boys. I
kind of had Alice lined up for my brother Ethan before she fell for Tomás, but
there was no way she’d even notice my darling brother now, even if he was cute
and charming—a bit like Ryan Gosling, only younger and prettier—okay, nothing
like him at all. I grabbed the waiter’s attention. We all ordered the same
thing we ordered every week and then I turned to Ethan.
“How goes work?” I asked.
“Tough week.” Ethan exhaled. We
really did look more like twins than Saffron and me. He ran his hand through
his short blond hair and gave me a tired smile.
“I couldn’t do what you do.” Ren
shook his head. “I take my hat off to you bro.”
“Thanks, yeah, it can be tough.
This week, was just the usual court-appointed clients, but I tell you, I had
this guy today who had beaten his wife to the point that she had to
hospitalized and he couldn’t understand what he’d done wrong,” Ethan said, and
shook his head. “He said it was her fault for not having dinner ready when he
got home.”
“You’ve got to wonder what
happened in his childhood and family life, to make him like that,” I said,
squeezing my brother’s arm. We had such a great childhood that all my mistakes
were truly my own doing.
“Exactly,” he agreed with me.
“Then I get the other extreme today… a teenager who has been abused by his
father for years and now he’s been expelled from school for bad behavior. Go
figure.”
“Do you still like it, what you
do?” I asked, “because you could take a break and do some modeling or do
relationship counseling or something a bit easier.”
Ethan scoffed, “Are you offering
me a job on your catwalk? Nah, my college modeling days are over, but it’s all
fine. I always wanted to work in this area, it’s just some days you’ve got to
go and find something good to remember that this crap isn’t the norm.”
Our drinks arrived and we clinked
our glasses in a toast.
“I’ll tell you something good,”
Max said, “a group of Saints has just walked in.
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