“Yes, it has.” He looks past me, into the mirror, then back. “For everyone.” He shakes his head slowly and, dare I say it, he actually looks kinda sad? “I keep thinking about Bill. The man worked through cancer in ‘04, did you know that? Never lost a step. And now, this…” He spreads one hand. “A gas leak. In a hotel that charges twelve hundred dollars a night.”
He lets out a weary exhale as he leans against the doorjamb. “Yes. Well.” He pulls the tie off his forearm and lifts it to his collar. He starts knotting it without a mirror. “The show must go on.” As he tosses the silk length around, he keeps talking. “I know you’re probably wondering where I’ve been, and I hope you can understand that I’m trying to keep things separate. There are things on my plate this week that I cannot bring h
