Chapter Three: By The Ear
People are milling around in
the large lobby. Vittorio Genova is doing his own brand of milling.
Mostly with apologies. A gentleman in a brown two breasted suit is at
the desk searching his pockets for his wallet. The desk man is
watching him with total indifference. A few kids are running around
the lobby making a nuisance of themselves. Their parents, so caught
up in the moment, seem quite unaware of their children.
A young boy in shorts runs
into a darkened room. It is a bar. The sign outside the room
advertises the appearance of Terri Brennan, straight from Broadway. A
moment later a waiter with his hand securely grasping the young boy's
collar drags him out of the bar. His mother who has been looking
around for the boy sees him being escorted from the bar. She wacks
the young boy on the back of the head. Then reaches into her purse
for a tip. The waiter accepts it indifferently.
A second room is closed to
the public. The sign in front reads, “Reserved For The Kelly
Wedding”
Cassie
and Quinn pass the sign and make their way to the front desk.
An
elderly gentleman, Michael Subloski, is standing in front of a
painting. A young boy is standing beside the old man.
Young
boy: “Whatcha see?”
Michael
Subloski glances down at the boy. “Its a painting. Rather
peculiar.”
Young
boy: “There all over the hotel. My mom says its an exhibition. But
not the exhibition with rides and candy floss and house of mirrors.
The boring kind. With art.”
Michael
Subloski: “You don't like art. I thought all children liked art.”
Young
boy: “I like baseball.”
The
young boy takes off into the lobby, passed the bar. From the bar can
be heard Clarinet Marmalade by Frank Trumbauer and his orchestra.
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