Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Makes A Comeback
by Tux Toledo
Page 7
Have you ever
noticed how elegant dinner parties tend to raise one's spirits?
If you inhabit my milieu then you have, if you don’t then you probably
haven't. But it's true. Trust me. The Everton's party
had worked its magic and cured my malaise. The Rolls had regained
its charm and I felt good enough to order a new suit. I will not
disclose the name of my tailor but I will tell you that the suit will
be double-breasted and cut from a dark gray birds-eye fabric that you
may have seen on Bogart. And, of course, I had to acquire
accessories to match: tie, pocket square and belt. When one
owns a Rolls Royce one's wardrobe must measure up. We’ll talk
about shoes later.
I was in the best of spirits when Monday
dawned. The Monday Chronicle was delivered with my breakfast and
I sat back in a comfortable chair next to my room's window and took a
sprinkling of news with my orange juice. All very
civilized. All very civilized until the bottom half of the front
page. A two-column story shattered my morning: Rodney Everton was
missing.
According to an exclusive Chronicle story, Rodney had
not returned from a Saturday hunting trip. Sarah Everton had
expected him home that afternoon but he never returned. She was a
bit miffed at the police for telling her that Rodney had not been
missing long enough to warrant a full investigation. As the
British would say, it was all a bit rum.
© 2008 David Biagini