One Wish In Manhattan (A Christmas Story) - Plot & Excerpts
He’d ordered a Scotch and a jug of water then spent the last five minutes straightening everything on the table into a slightly different place. How was this going to go down? The images were etched on his brain but the betrayal bit him more than anything. His father’s best friend. When had that stopped counting for something? ‘Oliver.’ His mother’s voice drove him from his reverie and he got to his feet quickly. Cynthia looked effortlessly chic as always in an ice blue shift dress that brought out the colour of her eyes. Oliver leant forward, kissing her first on one cheek, then the other. ‘You’re early,’ he remarked, his eyes shifting to Cynthia’s companion. There he was. Andrew Regis, wearing that old-school three-piece suit combination he always wore. Head glossy, cheeks coloured by spidery red veins. He thought the extent of his betrayal was this relationship with his mother and that article in the magazine questioning Oliver’s leadership.
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