Re: sushi-time: adrian, patrick, lou
If there were any family albums with smiling photos of his mother, or even a photo of his parents together in the same room, Adrian had never seen them. His mother's belongings had gone into storage after she died. There was nothing too Dickensian about it - Eulalia had taken him back to the house before they left Repose for good. His mother hadn't been much the type for keepsakes, though. Somewhere in his belongings, still tucked away after half a dozen moves, he still had a few pieces of jewelry she loved to wear. Whatever other secrets she was hiding were in an aging storage facility with the rest of her things. Surely, someday, he would look at it.
"We're eating sushi, so the beer's going to be Sapporo," he said, "It's cheap and it's good, you can't go wrong." He liked her easy posture, and the hint of facial features that brought back things he hadn't thought about in ages - like old storage spaces, and the house he'd grown up in, the carpet on the stairway, the drawer in the pantry where the crayons were kept.
It had him a little off his game to be honest, so he was thankful that Lou seemed pretty easy-going.
The waitress came back around in a beautifully pressed floral dress, a spot of color in their neat surroundings. "Steak it is. Let's start with bulgogi," he told her, and added on a roll or two to go with it. There would be plenty to share and it would go a way to meeting any red meat cravings. The beers were next, and as the waitress whisked away, he turned back to his brother again. "Sake bombers are always on the table," he said, with a grin. "So, Lou. How's life? What brings you here? Tell me everything. I don't care if you already told Patrick," he said, nudging him with his shoulder, "He's patient."