Tuesday, April 4, 2017

John was in for the week,

at the W in Los Angeles downtown on Flower Street.  He loved the service there.
He was attending the funeral of his fathers butler.  And for all practical purposes, the closest idea of a father.  His real father had never been ready for a son. 

He sat at the upstairs bar drinking Perrier and lime looking forward to seeing his fiance at home when Cynthia walked up.

"I have a message for you from Emma" she spoke with extreme seriousness.

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