ISSUE 50 FEBRUARY 2017
ITS OWN ARRANGEMENT
LISA LOPEZ SNYDER
THE BEAUTIFUL FAMILY
"It’s not the best you could get for the money,” said Claire. No one would call her a rude and tactless woman, but she had her moments of candor.
Claire was not looking at Jeff’s suite any more. She stood at the window and gazed out over the skyline where random lights flashed far above the streams of traffic and the odd siren. It was a calm night that helped to crystallize and refine whatever thoughts might be forming. The winds whispered as they had done for ages, as they had done before all of this. Jeff had a lot on his mind tonight. He fumbled for something to say to the woman peering out into the night with a glass of Scotch in her fingers, on one of which a ruby with a gold frame glittered like an adornment in a Renaissance painting of Artemis. Her brown hair reached almost to her shoulders, its richness offset by the glimmer of an earring that must have set her, or some obsequious man, back a few thousand dollars. She could attract a mate from a mile off. A professional woman. So much of one thing, and so much of something else entirely.