Chapter XXXIII pg. 216
After church, Alex took Vivian out to brunch at The Captain’s Table. In spite of the nautical theme – the décor was comprised mostly of driftwood and fisherman’s netting - it was a posh establishment, and, more importantly, it was a place where Alex had never taken any of his mistresses. The service was particularly slow that day, and, while they waited, Alex poked at his napkin and his silverware in frustration. In fact, he all but got up and paced the floor with impatience, and several times he barked at the waiter. “Are we ever getting served?”
Vivian put a hand on his shoulder. “Is anything wrong?” Then she wished she hadn’t asked. Alex had been angry and distracted for quite some time. The moods seemed to come out of nowhere, and it was getting harder and harder to coax Alex back to normal. In fact, a couple of times, he’d slapped Vivian so hard that he’d left welts on her face.
“It’s frustrating to be served by a gang of idiots who can’t pour water let alone produce a decent meal in under a week. I can’t stand incompetence.” He pushed his fork into the salt shaker, which fell over against his water glass with a clang that echoed across the room. Several other guests looked over at them. Vivian turned away and kept silent until the waiter brought their food.
After church, Alex took Vivian out to brunch at The Captain’s Table. In spite of the nautical theme – the décor was comprised mostly of driftwood and fisherman’s netting - it was a posh establishment, and, more importantly, it was a place where Alex had never taken any of his mistresses. The service was particularly slow that day, and, while they waited, Alex poked at his napkin and his silverware in frustration. In fact, he all but got up and paced the floor with impatience, and several times he barked at the waiter. “Are we ever getting served?”
Vivian put a hand on his shoulder. “Is anything wrong?” Then she wished she hadn’t asked. Alex had been angry and distracted for quite some time. The moods seemed to come out of nowhere, and it was getting harder and harder to coax Alex back to normal. In fact, a couple of times, he’d slapped Vivian so hard that he’d left welts on her face.
“It’s frustrating to be served by a gang of idiots who can’t pour water let alone produce a decent meal in under a week. I can’t stand incompetence.” He pushed his fork into the salt shaker, which fell over against his water glass with a clang that echoed across the room. Several other guests looked over at them. Vivian turned away and kept silent until the waiter brought their food.
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