Relative Impact by Trevor Scott

Author:Trevor Scott [Scott, Trevor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Calabria Publishing
Published: 2018-10-02T06:00:00+00:00

14

Max and Robin wound their way toward the main dining room. From the looks of it, there was a larger area in a four-season room that had not been part of the original estate structure. It must have been where they hosted much larger events, like weddings.

He whispered to his sister, “What do you think of our new cousins?”

“Smelled like pot,” she said.

“Besides that.”

“We’ll see.”

That was strange for her, he thought. She usually had strong opinions on people she met. Robin was tactfully opinionated.

They sat at a large table that would have been big enough for five more people. The manager, Martha, seemed to have a plan for the seating. She placed everyone around the oval table in a precise pattern, which was mostly boy girl. Max was on one end with Christina to his right and the doctor to his left. Robin was almost across the table from Max, to the right of the man at the head of the table—their Uncle Pasquale. Obviously, the Italians were still a patriarchal clan.

Martha and another young man carried out their food, starting with a salad. When they got to their main course, the chef helped with the plates.

The chef said, “Roast Bison with a red wine demi-glace. Red potatoes and grilled asparagus. Bon Appetite.” He nodded his head and left the room.

“Bison?” Aunt Jackie said. “Are we Cowboys and Indians?” She glanced at Max and the doctor and added, “Not your kind of Indian.”

Dr. Kamala Sen said, “Our people don’t normally eat beef. So, I guess bison is a compromise. Truth be told, since coming to America, I have been known to enjoy a good burger.”

Max said, “Where I live in Nevada, I have to drive to Reno or Salt Lake to get good Indian food.”

“In the Hanover and Lebanon area, we have a couple of good Indian restaurants,” Kamala said. “One was started by a colleague of mine at Dartmouth-Hitchcock. I order my spices online. Bengali food is more Bangladeshi than Indian.”

“I’ve never had Bengali,” Max said. “But I’m open to try anything.” After he said it, he realized he could have been talking about women as much as food, which embarrassed him slightly.

His sister smiled at him wryly from across the table. Then she covered her smirk with a piece of bison.

Based on the smile on Kamala’s lips as she sipped her red wine, she was feeling the same as Robin.

Moving on, Max said, “We are so happy to meet our cousins. Robin and I thought we were alone in this world. The last of the Kane clan.”

Uncle Pasquale pointed his knife at Max and said, “You might consider changing your name to Borelli.”

Max exchanged a glance with his sister, but he didn’t need to have a special bond with his twin to know what she was thinking. He said, “That is a cool name. But I’ve been a Kane for almost forty years. I’m not sure I want to change my name at this stage of my life.”

“I agree with my brother,” Robin said.

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