FOURTEEN
Millie was twenty when I met her. The war
had just ended and the relief of the general populace
could be felt in the very atmosphere of the city. The
two of us met one evening at the bar at Sardi’s. I
never believed in love at first sight, other than as a
plot device in romantic comedies or musicals. I never
believed in love for a vampire at all, for that matter.
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Uke Jackson
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THIRTEEN
I arose from my secret crypt this evening
grateful and angry; grateful that there is less than
a week until the first preview of Pretty Lady. This
will allow me to see Danny’s handiwork without the
burden of a curtain time that coincides with the last
few minutes of daylight. Daylight Savings Time, the
scourge of my existence, begins in two weeks. Don’t
even get me started on summer evenings, when
sunset signals the onset of intermissions throughout
the theater district.
I arose from my secret crypt this evening
grateful and angry; grateful that there is less than
a week until the first preview of Pretty Lady. This
will allow me to see Danny’s handiwork without the
burden of a curtain time that coincides with the last
few minutes of daylight. Daylight Savings Time, the
scourge of my existence, begins in two weeks. Don’t
even get me started on summer evenings, when
sunset signals the onset of intermissions throughout
the theater district.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
CHAPTER TWELVE
TWELVE
“Out of respect for the memory of my
grandfather, I will do whatever is within my ability,
which I am sure will be more than sufficient. Grand
Gus left me quite well off.”
The old dame sitting across the room gave a
throaty chuckle.
“Out of respect for the memory of my
grandfather, I will do whatever is within my ability,
which I am sure will be more than sufficient. Grand
Gus left me quite well off.”
The old dame sitting across the room gave a
throaty chuckle.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ELEVEN
Running into Millie was upsetting, to put it
mildly. Here I thought she was dead all this time.
She knows where I live, that is obvious,
accosting me as she did right outside my brownstone.
Then again, why would she not know? We lived here
together once.
“Gus, we have to talk,” said the ancient but
elegant woman on the sidewalk in front of my stoop,
wrapped in a white cloth coat against the chill.
Running into Millie was upsetting, to put it
mildly. Here I thought she was dead all this time.
She knows where I live, that is obvious,
accosting me as she did right outside my brownstone.
Then again, why would she not know? We lived here
together once.
“Gus, we have to talk,” said the ancient but
elegant woman on the sidewalk in front of my stoop,
wrapped in a white cloth coat against the chill.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
CHAPTER TEN
TEN
The concept of face time is a euphemism for
ego gratification. I am convinced of that. It is all about
one person finding out if it is possible to get another
person to take the time to attend a meeting. What is
so reassuring about conveying information in person,
especially in this age of electronic communication?
The check clearing the bank should be all the
reassurance anyone needs.
The concept of face time is a euphemism for
ego gratification. I am convinced of that. It is all about
one person finding out if it is possible to get another
person to take the time to attend a meeting. What is
so reassuring about conveying information in person,
especially in this age of electronic communication?
The check clearing the bank should be all the
reassurance anyone needs.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
CHAPTER NINE
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NINE
This is getting tiresome. Another message on
my computer screen tonight when I returned:
You are becoming dangerous. You must cease
revealing your thoughts and actions in writing.
That is not going to happen. If anything, these
intrusions on my private ruminations are provoking
me to go further in my explanation of vampires.
NINE
This is getting tiresome. Another message on
my computer screen tonight when I returned:
You are becoming dangerous. You must cease
revealing your thoughts and actions in writing.
That is not going to happen. If anything, these
intrusions on my private ruminations are provoking
me to go further in my explanation of vampires.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
CHAPTER EIGHT
EIGHT
Patti was already at the table, with her friend
Lucy. The neck of a champagne bottle poked at an
angle from an ice bucket on a stand. I knew it was
Veuve Clicquot without looking. When anyone at my
table orders champagne, even if they specify another
brand, the waiters all know to bring VC.
Jimmy Gandolfini was at my table one night
when this happened after he ordered Perrier Jouet. He
was telling me about a play he had read, with a great
title – God of Carnage. When he first mentioned it, I
was afraid for a moment it might be a vampire project.
Patti was already at the table, with her friend
Lucy. The neck of a champagne bottle poked at an
angle from an ice bucket on a stand. I knew it was
Veuve Clicquot without looking. When anyone at my
table orders champagne, even if they specify another
brand, the waiters all know to bring VC.
Jimmy Gandolfini was at my table one night
when this happened after he ordered Perrier Jouet. He
was telling me about a play he had read, with a great
title – God of Carnage. When he first mentioned it, I
was afraid for a moment it might be a vampire project.
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