Something Lix focused? Or anyone from The Hour really. Maybe during the Winter time?
“After the gin and vodka drinks of the summer, I’m always glad to mix the first whiskey cocktail of the autumn.” Marnie Madden smiles confidingly to the camera. “The perfect Manhattan cocktail begins with the garnish…”
“Blah,” Bel mutters at the television, through her wineglass. “Blah, blah, blah-blah…”
“I thought you and Hector were finished, darling.” Lix taps ash from her cigarette and turns a page in her book.
“We are. Entirely.”
“Then switch the bloody thing off, why don’t you.“
“I ought to keep abreast of the medium.”
“The Hour is rather behindhand in that department.” Lix gestures as, on the screen, Marnie bends to pour out the contents of her cocktail shaker.
Bel is drunk enough to giggle at that, and Lix smiles, and looks back down at the book she isn’t reading, and doesn’t say, you think of Hector so you won’t think of Freddie.
