Luminescence 54

It was a cheap bed and breakfast with lace doilies and plastic tablecloths.
            The smell of grease had at least been the same, as Enda, Rover and Annandale all lumbered in and set down at a table unceremoniously, their elbows sticking to the plastic.
            “I don’t like this,” Enda voiced. “Did you see the way they treated us?”
            Rover grumbled, “It was like the first week of school n we were the new kids.”
            Candor sat at the head of the table and managed a polite smile as the waitress placed laminated menus before them. “They’ve always been like that,” his voice was quiet, restrained as he remembered things he didn’t want to. He wiped away a bead of sweat on his forehead. Seeing Marcus Ambruge had set his heart into overdrive. He’d made a point to steer clear of the man for years, had finally succeeded when his wife had died. Marcus and that wretched woman had given him peace; a reprieve as he’d mourned and now that time was up. Soon enough his son would be on their radar and he could not allow that. Candor would do anything, anything to stop that from happening.
            Enda grumbled fingering the menu, “I thought London was going to be quaint, cottages and shit out of a Jane Austen novel.”
            “That you know what’s in a Jane Austen novel stumps me,” Rover grumbled flipping his menu to survey an even less appetizing list of drinks on the other side.
            Candor let the sweat vanish from his brow as the others resumed their pointless bicker, something loosening inside him to the sound. This bunch were good like that, bickering over little things to detract from the fact that they weren’t needed.
           


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