[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Spikey]

Allen Bradley, Marguerite Sinclair, Mr. Fresserei, & Others
Mortal, Mortal, ???, Society Redshirts
Sinclair Mansion
 
"Well, not every celebrity is hungry for life in the fish bowl you know!" Lady Marguerite replied jovially. "Are you interested in the Arts, Mr. Bradley?"
 
Bradley covered Lady Sinclair's hand on his arm with his own.  "My wife was the one who loved the opera, ballet, and Pollak.  I liked the costumes and enjoyed the Vita Nuova, but I never managed to wrap my head around the idea of why shopping cart wheels dipped in paint and rolled across a canvas meant anger or sadness."  His eyes unfocused for an instant, watching the memories of his late wife before snapping back into the present.  "Of course, I still take my girls when something that their mother liked catches my eye, but I'm afraid the deeper meaning of it all is lost on me."

"See ladies" Lady Sinclair said to her entourage. "A true gentleman cut from the renaissance cloth!" As the ladies who lunch gossiped and cast approving eyes, lady M continued in a lowered voice just for Bradley. "A fitting way to rememebr her my dear, sharing something she loved with your daughters. My current husband has absolutely no appreciation for hunting or fishing and yet he still pays for the upkeep of an old log cabin my first partner bought in the park. It is in the little things that we remember those we lost!"

She pats his hand.

"Well enough of this. Too much shop. Lets get some more drink inside us shall we?" she almost pulls Bradley from the room, rescuing him from Fresserei. "I think I deserve a break from Melcom PR don't you Mr Bradley?"

 
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