Chapter 15
Neal’s mother and father had called, opting for late afternoon drinks instead of lunch.
“Plane delays. Daddy needs a few drinks, he’s such a boy you know,” she said. “Bulls and Bears, at the Waldorf, meet us in the bar. Oh, the bar, is that allowed with the new group you go to? The rehab thing?”
Neal slumped at his desk, shutting his eyes.
“It’s fine mother, we will see you there,” he said.
“We, you’re bringing a group?” she said, the sound of jet engines blotting every other word. “I’m…to…hang…we’re…luggage…bye.”
Neal called Dewalt and told him about the venue change. Annie was collecting swimwear and clothes for the Fire Island shoot. They would go the next morning.
“Are we doing a photo of you for the first column?” Annie said. “And I need the text for layout we’re
