I stood bemused. Although, can one consider it standing if one is travelling sixty kilometres per hour in a northbound direction? I made a mental note to ask Ypres. Getting back to my predicament, the reason of my bemusement was the unappealing menu poster I was facing in the Amtrak train bound for Montreal. It… Continue reading Chapter XXXIX – Bust!
My “how”, delivered with convincing aplomb, lingered in the hot summer air. We had both, after Madison’s mad dash to the street, resumed our seated positions opposite one another. Ypres adopted her postgraduate stance. She was in her element. The lecture would commence, and the isms would no doubt pepper the disquisition. The daylight came… Continue reading Chapter XXXVI – Ypres Reveals All: Part II
I would have staggered, backwards, forwards, anywhere, but there was no room to stagger. When I had last seen Michael Beaconsfield-Outremont, he was fully clothed and a steadfast, if annoying, piece of bureaucratic furniture at the UNDO office. His thighs were fully enclosed in trousers. Now, he appeared before me, still annoying, but thighs and… Continue reading Chapter XXXI – The Strip Club
I have been made aware, through experience in Mayfair’s thirsty circles, and by attending the odd Noel Coward play in the West End, that when it comes to cocktail parties there are two camps. One claims they are the worse form of entertainment. A sort of alcohol fueled networking contest with the challenge of balancing… Continue reading Chapter XXX – An American Hen Party
I am certain the seasoned reader is familiar with the expression descend into laughter. I believe I have used it on numerous occasions, and it is one of Ypres’s favourites. Well, it does not do justice to Cousin Andrew’s reaction to the news that part of Ypres’s plan was to organise a bachelorette party at… Continue reading Chapter XXIX – Descent Into Laughter
It was a beautiful day for aunts to be falling into water. A clear Saturday afternoon, the weather was pleasant in Prospect Park. Yet, it was not so pleasant as to elicit throngs of people to occupy the grounds. It was mostly the local inhabitants of Brooklyn who were enjoying the setting. It was where… Continue reading Chapter XVIII – Prospect Park