Chapter Ten
Hot Yacht Action
The wake is held on a luxury yacht moored in the swankiest of marinas. It meant the bereaved having to drag ourselves an hour through traffic from the church to get here, which doesn’t smack of convenience. The whole thing was shanghaied by a senior partner at Samson’s firm, apparently to aid in giving the deceased the send-off he deserved, but more likely so that the senior partner could show off what a tremendously wealthy and tasteful fuckstrocity he truly is. There is no champagne here, goddamit – maybe adjudged a tad too celebratory for a funeral. I settle for vin of the blanc variety since they aren’t even doing cocktails. What kind of a shitmungus party is this senior partner throwing?
Heidi looks gaunt and ashen, nothing like the girl I have in mind
