Phone call to Deacon
"It just won't be the same," Charlie said into the phone as he adjusted his tie in the little mirror in the gallery rest room. "Everyone expects to see you at the previews. The regulars look forward to it. Mrs Ashford always asks after you. She also asks where the Deacon's behind picture is and she'll be doubly disappointed this time. Total break in tradition!"
He listened and laughed. "I tell you, if we arranged a private viewing of that we'd have to hire a bigger venue. Yeah, and for that too. Ah shit, I have to go, I can hear Gil and Katie. Look, I'll call later, if I have the energy. I get the feeling tonight will be hard work. No, Mum is coming to the viewing once Nia is in bed. Amarie is coming up to sit for us. Yeah, you too. Don't take a wrong turn and end up in New Orleans, will you. No." Charlie sighed. "No matter what, D. I - I'll see you soon 'kay?"
He listened again sighing then nodded at himself. "Yeah you too. And I will. We'll knock 'em dead. Take care, yeah ...... yes I am still hanging on. You too." he sighed again as the phone went dead then went to be a sensible gallerist for the evening.