The Astor’s quarterly calendars, lovely works of art in themselves, have graced the walls of many an illustrious and not-so-illustrious share house over the decades. See what a joy the calendar is … well, that’s only half of mine … it’s huge!
It was the bloody Spanish Inquisition. Her underarms started to sweat accordingly.
“Izzy and I have just come out of the movies.”
“Oh yeah? What did you see?”
“A double feature, ‘Crimson Peak’ and the nineteen thirties ‘Dracula’.”
“A double feature. And a classic too. Sounds like a pretty cool theatre.”
Ava couldn’t help but warm to the topic and her enthusiasm trumped her reticence.
“It is! The Astor’s amazing. It’s a decaying art deco beauty and the perfect place to hang out with Bela Lugosi.” She felt him smiling as he made attentive listening noises.
“Tell him about the cat!” yelled Izzy.
“And there’s this gorgeous cat, Duke, who lives there and lolls around on the couches in the foyers. And sometimes he comes and sits on a lap during the movie. He sat on Izzy for most of Dracula, purring away like a furry heat machine. She’s over the moon.”
He gave a husky laugh and she remembered how it felt breathed into her ear in the dark.
“Sounds very cool. I should have guessed you’d have a taste for the Gothic, Ava. You know, I feel like I missed out. Why didn’t you invite me?”
Once again, he’d shocked her into muteness. Then she rallied. “I’ll text you the details. You and the boys should go, you’ll love it. It’s the best place.”
Ava – Siren’s Wave novel – extolling the Astor cinema’s virtues and wondering why on earth hot-rocker Bran is calling her … surely he’s not ringing to just … chat?