Michael
The opening has been a roaring success. We’re booked up in the restaurant for the next week. Memberships for the spa and fitness centre are coming in nicely, and it looks as though if Charlotte ever decides that she doesn’t want to be an engineer, she’ll have a blooming career as a self-defence trainer.
But there’s a fly in every ointment.
Ben corners me. “Mike, can I have a word?” He looks concerned, embarrassed even.
“Sure. What's up?”
My brother paces up and down half a dozen steps. “Look, I know you and James are friends. I can't honestly say I can see why, but I know you are. But…. do you really think it's appropriate having him hanging around the place when you’ve only been married five minutes?”
Fuck….
Mind your own business, Ben….
“Ben, he's Charlotte's friend too..
