First Stop, New York (2008)
“Corliss was sniffling, engulfed in one of Uncle Ross’s enormous outdoor canvas chairs. “I feel like a complete loser!”
“It’s okay,” said her uncle, deep into his second martini. “Tell Uncle Ross your troubles. Does it have anything to do with your hair?”
“Um…not exactly,” Corliss said, patting down her frizzy locks. “I didn’t have a chance to condition it today. But that’s the least of it.”
“I’m all ears.”
Corliss wiped the fog from her glasses so she could see her handsome uncle. His silver ha...ir was cut just so, and his mint-colored silk lounge pants were the picture of sophistication. He was like something out of an old movie—and as gay as Disney On Ice.
“You know what? I’d rather talk about your life, Uncle Ross—it’s so much more interesting.”
“Well, that’s true,” he said, crossing his legs. “Jurgen—that Swede I’ve been dating?”
“The guy with the big ears we met when you took me to Will Rogers beach?”
“Corliss, please.MoreLess
“It’s okay,” said her uncle, deep into his second martini. “Tell Uncle Ross your troubles. Does it have anything to do with your hair?”
“Um…not exactly,” Corliss said, patting down her frizzy locks. “I didn’t have a chance to condition it today. But that’s the least of it.”
“I’m all ears.”
Corliss wiped the fog from her glasses so she could see her handsome uncle. His silver ha...ir was cut just so, and his mint-colored silk lounge pants were the picture of sophistication. He was like something out of an old movie—and as gay as Disney On Ice.
“You know what? I’d rather talk about your life, Uncle Ross—it’s so much more interesting.”
“Well, that’s true,” he said, crossing his legs. “Jurgen—that Swede I’ve been dating?”
“The guy with the big ears we met when you took me to Will Rogers beach?”
“Corliss, please.MoreLess
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