Annihilate Me by Christina Ross

Author:Christina Ross [Ross, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00CJGUJKE
Published: 2013-04-25T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

For dinner, it was lobster rolls and fries. We drove into town and I bought us two rolls each at a local restaurant before Alex had time to pull out his wallet. Then, we brought them back in large Styrofoam containers to the house.

When Alex opened the refrigerator, I noticed that someone had stocked it to the nines. He did a little searching and then removed a bottle of champagne. I recognized it on sight from my time at db Bistro. The bright orange label gave it away. Veuve Clicquot. Stephen gave me a taste of it once. I told him I was only used to the cheapest of champagnes.

“Cheap is what I can afford,” I said.

“You’ll work harder after sipping this,” Stephen had replied.

As usual, Stephen was right. The champagne was bright and intoxicating.

“We’re really roughing it now,” I said to Alex.

“Indeed, we are.”

He popped open the bottle, found two antique champagne glasses in one of the cupboards, and poured. From the bottom of the glass’ hollow stem, bubbles swirled to the top and popped.

“To Maine,” he said, holding up his glass.

“To Maine,” I agreed. “And to lobster. Look how fat these rolls are. I’m salivating. If she knew what I was eating, Blackwell would have my ass.”

“She’d like to have your ass.”

“Just her?”

“I think you know better.”

We touched glasses, sipped, and dug in.

“It’s so sweet,” I said.

“And not too much mayo.”

“That’s how it should be done. Just a touch of mayo. People often ruin it by smothering it in mayonnaise.”

“Only a few places in New York get it right.”

“Do they really get it right?”

“A couple of places do. And they serve Maine lobster. The real deal.”

“We are so going there.”

He smiled at me and handed me a napkin.

“I’m a mess, aren’t I?”

“You’ve got a bit of mayo on your chin, but I wouldn’t call it ruined.”

I wiped it off. “I’d say forgive me, but I’d be lying. I’m enjoying this too much. What a treat.”

“Do you remember the first time you had lobster?”

“Not at all. I was lucky—we always had lobster when I was growing up. My Uncle Vaughn was a lobsterman, so we had it whenever we wanted it. My earlier years were a blur of lobster. It was ironic. We were dirt poor, but because of Uncle Vaughn, we ate like kings. Sometimes, when my uncle knew I needed to get away from his monster of a brother, he’d take me out on his boat with him. You should have seen the sheer amount of sea gulls that boat attracted. It was crazy.”

“And probably unsanitary.”

“You are correct. But it wasn’t too bad. They mostly hung back. But there were hundreds of them. I miss those days. You would have liked my uncle. I wish he had been my father.”

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