EVE Mimi had two more vodka Collins and when the three of us left the dining room and were taking the elevator upstairs, she fell against the elevator attendant and almost passed out. I walked her back to the room where she took a Valium and went to sleep. Paul went into the other room. I sat on the bed watching Eve sleep for quite some time before I decided to tell him. I went into his room. He had undressed already and was in bed, reading. Richard wasn’t there. The television was on. He looked up when I opened the door. Was he angry? Had he not wanted to come to Boston? Had he not wanted to come and see me? I felt very old at that moment and sorry for myself. What I had to tell him couldn’t be said in a hotel room and finally I spoke, “Why don’t you get dressed?”

“Why?” he asked.

“I thought maybe we’d go downstairs for a drink,” I suggested, casually.

“What for?” he asked.

“I want to talk to you about something,” I told him.

He looked panicked and asked, “Why not here?”

“Let’s go downstairs,” I told him and went to get my purse.

He put on a pair of jeans and a gray sweater and a ripped black tweed coat that I didn’t recognize, that I had not bought for him. He met me in the hall.

We went downstairs to the bar and the host came up to us and looked Paul over. “Yes, there are two of us,” I said.

“I’m afraid there’s a dress code,” the host smiled.

“Yes? …” I waited.

“This young man is not following it,” the host said, still smiling.

“Where does it say there’s a dress code?” I asked.

The host glared, still smiling and then walked over to a white board and pointed to the bright blue lettering, first to, “No Jeans,” and then, “Tie Must Be Worn.” I was getting a headache and I felt very tired.

“Forget it, Mom,” Paul said. “We’ll go somewhere else.”

I said, “We are guests in this hotel.”

“Yes, I realize that,” the host explained, officiously I thought. “But this applies to everyone.”

I opened my purse.

“Would you like me to make reservations for later?” the host asked.

“My son is dressed fine,” I said, handing the host a twenty dollar bill. “Just sit us in the back,” I said wearily.

The host took the bill quickly and said, “Yes, there might be a table over in the corner, in the dark.”

“In the corner, in the dark,” I said.

He sat us down at a terribly small, dimly lit table in back, away from the large crowded bar, but I was too tired to complain and simply ordered two champagne Kirs. Paul tried to light a cigarette inconspicuously and all at once he looked so handsome sitting there, the light playing off his features, his hair blond and thick and combed back, his face lean, the nose regal and thin, that I wanted to hug him, make contact of some kind, but “Darling, I wish you wouldn’t smoke” was all I could say.

“Mother, I’m sorry,” he said. “But I need a cigarette. Badly.”

I let it pass and the waiter brought the Kirs. I focused all my attention on the way the waiter quickly, nimbly opened each small bottle of Taittinger and poured them into the tall thin glasses. And how very beautiful it looked when the champagne slowly dissolved the reddish purple cassis on the bottom of each glass. Paul crossed his legs and tried to look at me once the waiter left.

“You know, your father and I first came here seventeen years ago for our fifth anniversary. It was in December and it was snowing and we would order these,” I told him quietly, holding the glass up, tasting it.

He sipped his drink and seemed to relax.

I couldn’t say anything for a long time. I finished what was in the glass and poured the rest of the champagne from the small green Taittinger bottle into it. I drank more, then asked about Richard.

“I wonder what happened to Richard tonight,” I said, straining for conversation.

“Mid-terms,” Paul said derisively, and then, “I don’t know.”

“Any ideas?” I asked.

“Walking?” he sighed. “I don’t know.”

“His mother says he has a new girlfriend,” I mentioned.

Paul got very hostile very suddenly and rolled his eyes up. “Mom, Richard’s bi.”

“Bi what?” I asked.

“Bi,” he said, lifting his hands as if to describe this condition. “You know. Bi.”

“Bilingual?” I asked, confused. I was tired and needed sleep.




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