Knowing Madison, in the manner one knows of a casual acquaintance who keeps popping up at the same Austrian operas over the years, I was confident she had left the flat for Park Avenue. As it now stood, she was probably skipping her way merely down the thoroughfare as the ladies of the social aristocracy… Continue reading Chapter XXXVII – Park Avenue!
Not only was Ypres lounging in an armchair with a cigar, a vile habit if there was ever one, but I was soon to discover that she was not on her own. Adjacent to her cigar, standing with hands in pockets, stage left (mine, not hers – left, not pockets), stood Alistair. (To be clear… Continue reading Chapter XXII – Ypres’s Cigar
It is with much drudgery that I dragged myself back to the Park Avenue flat. My feeling of desperation was exasperated by the subway ride. Once again, I was tightly packed between the tired and the downtrodden. Once again, I was prodded by elbows in places I did not know existed. The only novelty was… Continue reading Chapter XIV – Surrender
Of course, when one is caught in broad daylight trying to dislodge one’s underwear, one’s cheeks turn crimson. As to the cheeks I am referring to, being a lady with property in Mayfair, I leave it to the imagination of my readers to determine. I do not have anything against Montrealers. It is simply that… Continue reading Chapter XII – The Return of Beaconsfield-Outremont
“Needless to say, Ypres, we can never show ourselves in that restaurant ever again.” I was waiting with Ypres by my side in an antechamber at Coutts on the Strand. It was your typical London morning at Coutts. One percenters were busy making sure their wealth was growing at a healthy pace and not in… Continue reading Chapter IV – Keynesian Economics (I Think)
The magnitude of Lanky Ella Lanesbury’s revelation was dumbfounding. Had it been an earthquake, it would have unleashed a tsunami, and not in a good way. I remained steadfast in my Freudian listening pose. Learning from Ypres, I betrayed no emotion. When the Vasa-Lanesbury dialogue resumed, I was the incarnation of stoicism. “A kiss! With… Continue reading Chapter VII – An Upgrade to Conundrum