“Margo’s going to dry that kid up like a weed,” Kirk said to Drea.
“I think she really cares about this one,” Drea replied. “She might decide to keep him.”
“If she does, that’s great. I don’t mind. But she’ll have to train him. I don’t have time.”
“I know, darling. But think how we felt about Margo when we first added her to the fold.”
He nodded. “Well, we rather had to, didn’t we? I mean, she did catch us in an uncompromising position. It was that or kill her, and I really like the way she works in the kitchen.”
“I know. She has been an asset all these years, despite her histrionics.”
They went downstairs to the hotel cafe for dinner. Neither of them had the wardrobe appropriate for the dining room. Not that Kirk cared. The odors coming from the restaurant told him he would not be satisfied with the cuisine. At least in the cafe he would not be expecting five star food, and he wouldn’t be disappointed when something less arrived. Lowering his expectations was easier than lowering his standards.
After dinner, they decided to catch a movie, then went for a walk along the pier. Drea was all for a late night boat ride into the bay, but Kirk was starting to get tired.
“Forgot your medicine, didn’t you?” Drea said, holding him close as they gazed across the water.
“Mm…. Even with Margo bringing it. As old as I am, as long as I’ve been taking it, I can still forget.”
“I do too, on occasion,” Drea said. “But it’s important. It helps control those little outbursts like with the paramedic.”
“That kid had it coming,” Kirk disagreed.
“But darling, you almost let your fangs show. You mustn’t do that in public. What will people think?”
He chuckled, nibbling her earlobe as his lips caressed her neck. “They’ll think ‘Who’s that terribly handsome, well preserved man nibbling on that beautiful neck?’ That’s what they’ll think.”
“They’re more likely to grab torches and pitchforks,” she mused.
“Typical ignorance. Let’s go.”
She was only to happy to comply.