"Have you at least filled in your betting slips, Mamma?" Erik enquired, his patience wearing just a little thin. "The last time you stuffed them in my pocket before you went off on a junket, they were blank! All I had was a little scrap of paper with racetimes and horses' names on, trying to fill them in at the front of the queue under the eye of Solomon!"
(Solomon being, not the hero of a wise old Abrahimic proverb, but rather the manager of the local betting shop.)
"Oh yes, my son, all done and dusted!" Edie assured him, lightly smirking. "You needn't tick me off! Or harrumph at me in that way you have! Not that it isn't very fetching on you, my handsome boy. Why you haven't been snapped up yet I can't understand. You know, my nice hairdresser, Sheila, her twins are in medical school now.... She's so proud of them, very clever, very mature... A girl and a boy. Now what were their names?"
At this point Erik, flushing, forcibly dissuaded Edie from smoothing his hair, as she added, distracted, "Oh, darling, and don't forget, make it a Yankee! Heaven's sake, not all as single bets, it takes all the fun out--"
* Chapter title is a quote by Albert Einstein. You may have heard of the chap.
Edie would probably lay bets on the outcome, though.
Erik, putting a bet on for Edie. Not that he approves of all this loose living and immorality, mind.This is pre-Charles. Not by much: Edie already knows something's up.
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the Jew gets blackballed from the country club
FanfictionErik has a life beyond and outside his connection with Charles - with Edie, with Raven, even with Az. With the (closeted) 1960s gay community, with his Jewish faith and community, with the wider world beyond that. This story is complementary to 'Jus...
