Moonlighter by Sarina Bowen

Author:Sarina Bowen [Bowen, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942444824
Publisher: Tuxbury Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-10-21T18:30:00+00:00

The best thing about family is that they still have to acknowledge you even when you’re in a shitty mood.

On Thursday evenings, my father and brother can usually be found in the gaming lounge at the Harkness Club in midtown. I have a standing invitation to join them. But usually I’m too busy playing hockey. Which they seem to take personally.

Tonight I’m free, though. Yay me. And it’s just dawning on me that I need to recruit someone to pick me up at the hospital tomorrow.

So I take a cab into Manhattan and limp into the club. It’s the kind of place where the doorman wears white gloves and calls you “sir.”

“Evening sir,” he asks me as he opens the door. “Are you here to join a member?”

“Two of them: Max and Carl Bayer. My name is on file. Hang on…” The Harkness Club is yet another place where I have to dig out my ID just to visit my own family.

That’s totally normal, right?

Once management is satisfied that I’m welcome on the premises, I take the elevator upstairs to the gaming parlor. It’s a low, paneled room in back. The walls are lined with books, and the furniture is cognac-colored leather. It’s not difficult to find Max seated at a backgammon table, rolling the dice with a gleeful look on his smug face.

Get this—my brother thinks backgammon is a real game, but hockey is a waste of time. Chew on that one.

“Hey guys. You’re pretty easy to find,” I say by way of a greeting.

“Eric! So nice to see you.”

The first man to call out a greeting is Max’s opponent, who happens to be Chet Engels, Alex’s father. I haven’t seen him in years, but he looks as spry as ever. I walk (slowly) over and shake his hand.

And now I’m thinking about Alex again, which is something I’ve been trying not to do.

“Hey, look what the cat dragged in!” my own father cries from a sofa nearby. He’s holding a glass of scotch in one hand and a New York Magazine in the other. He tosses the magazine aside. “What’s the problem, kid? You don’t walk in here for no reason.”

So I guess I’m predictable, too. “No problem really,” I lie. “What are you two up to tomorrow?”

“Flying to Palm Springs with Chet.” He points at Alex’s dad. “He’s hosting a golf tournament.”

“That sounds fun.” Let’s face it. Anything is more fun than surgery, followed by rehab.

“And I’m going to D.C. for a meeting,” Max says, his eyes on the board. “Why?”

“Oh, no big deal. I have to have my knee tweaked tomorrow and somebody has to sign me out of the surgical clinic.”

Max looks up from the dice. “Another surgery? How bad?”

“Outpatient,” I say. “A small repair to my ACL.”

“The same one that tore in college?” Dad asks. They’re all staring at me now, worry on their faces.

“Nope!” I say with a plastic smile. “My other knee has decided to join the party.”

Nobody laughs.

“I’ll call off my trip,” Dad says.

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