@sincerely-ernest
“No, you have Frank and Kit and loads of other wonderful worthwhile friends who have unfortunately started to drop off the face of the Earth, God rest their souls.”
“I have this hotel, and an associate I’ll NEVER see again. That is not the same, Dewey.”
“Right. Like Betrand, and Monty. Beatrice. Miranda. Jacques. I have so many friends, Ernest, I’m just drowning in them,” he broke off, swallowing his bitterness before it turned into a fight. This was not something he wanted to discuss, not with Ernest, and preferably not ever.Â
“Look. I don’t know if Kit’s going to survive this. I tell myself that she will, but I really don’t know. So many people have died lately that I don’t see why she’d be spared. All I do know is that I have the two of you, and my catalog. And you have the two of us, so don’t pretend like you’re alone and we’ve abandoned you. We haven’t. I haven’t. And I’m not going to.”
