"Richman Glen - Richman Glen. But there aren't any houses out there! Oh, this stupid GPS. I'll just have to call him first - once I get reception. I knew I shouldn't have bought a Badger Crappy. Hello? Oh, it's awful. But I can't spend Johnny's money. He says I should but I don't earn any of my own - but what do I do, that's the question. What do you do? I tell Johnny I'm having a middle-aged crisis but he says I'm only thirty-two. Well . I auditioned once, and he had to tell me they went another way . I can't be a model, I hate smiling. This can't be it."
Grace drove up to a gate, which on either side stretching high bushes and walls.
"Oh, but this car stalls. The Comet was too fast, though. And it couldn't comfortably fit a baby seat when Kylie was younger - oh, hello! Woo-hoo! Adam?"
"You've fin-ah-ly made it."
"Why do you have a British accent?"
"I've always hah-d this."
"... no, you haven't."
" Well . Come this way, ah-t least. Kyan is doing yoh-ga by the pool."
"Adam, is this a house? I mean, it's so big, and there's so much lawn, and you've got it all walled off! This is like - private grounds."
"Well, it used to be a rehah-bilition cent-ah. But I bought the lah-nd."
"You bought a rehabilitation center? What if people need help?"
"Nobody needs help, Grace. Be-sigh-des, I couldn't live any-wair in Rockford Hills. It's not priv-ahte, the way living up hair is."
"But wouldn't buying here be extremely expensive?"
"Not for me . Ah, here's Kyan. You've met him."
"... well, I thought he was your yoga instructor. Hi, Kyan. Good to see you again… "
"He wahs , and then we got mah-rried. He's vary zen. He wahs on that show, did you evair catch that?"
" Fame or Shame? "
"How lowbrow. Of course not! But hair 's our lunch. High tea sandwiches ah-nd green tea."
"I didn't know you cooked."
"Well, Kyan does the cooking. Aht first I hah-d a chef and a maid, but I prefer my privacy. So Kyan cooks - he learh-ned from Teh-d, you know? - and I clean."
"You clean?"
"Well, I straighten the little picture frah-mes and ornah-ments and smooth the dooh-veh over ah-fter Kyan vacuums ahnd wahshes windows ahnd mows the lawn."
"And - that works for you?"
"Of course it does! Unlih-ke you , I mah-de a lot of moh-ney in that - but you know. Ahnd ah-ctually, living private ahnd discreet is very old money. Living flashy is the Los Sahn-tos way - but I think thaht's very coh-mmon, don't you?"
"... you know, you don't really have a British accent."
"Oh, what- evair . Your huh-sband mah-kes enough money that your life should be hah-ppy enough. Why bother me?"
"Well, I was lonely in Liberty City. I thought I'd come here."
"I hope it's not money you need - you know I invest in stocks."
"No… and please stop with the accent. I don't feel like I'm talking to my cousin."
"... fine. You know, I got bored of simply having money in the bank. You saw my black Washington parked near Kyan's Faggio. God, but I hate when he starts it up, it's a whine on my ears. And you know , I used to go to Ponsonby's but ever since I walked in and it was in the midst of being robbed, I had to sit there, waiting for the shootout to finish, and then there was blood on all the clothes. Very tacky. Now I order my clothes through a tailor. Not that I leave the house often. I just garden or read or bother Kyan and then he starts up that Faggio again… "
"There was a shootout? Even at Ponsonby's?"
"Oh, yes. I didn't carry my silenced pistol with me that day. You know, I thought myself a bit of a commando. You know who our cousin Clara married. But after a couple years, the danger wore off. We own this city - well, myself, Clara and Max. The occasional thug will pull a driver out of their car at a red light, or you can hear screeching tires from a gas station and the blaring sirens chasing after a gunshot-riddled dollar bag spilling out money, but more or less, it is safe here. Well, it is safe here . Where do you live?"
"Um, East Vinewood."
"I did consider living there once, and then I thought, how bothersome it would be to live in a house where I'm constantly bumping into open kitchen drawers and I can walk from the bathroom to the bedroom to the dining room with no corridors inbetween."
"That's why you close the kitchen drawers first , Adam. And I like a small house - makes it easier to clean."
"Speaking of. How's Johnny?"
"... speaking of? Johnny's fine. He's doing some new film. This guy Dominic Beasley is showing him all these insane stunts."
" Well . It sounds like your life is quite interesting."
"How sarcastic you make that sound!"
"Wouldn't you have rather - but then, you always were afraid of the sight of dead bodies."
"Perhaps by a stroke of luck, or timing, it did turn out to be the golden payday for you - and for our other cousins. But I did not know that. I took the safe option - and my life is not all that bad."
"It could be better . Look at me! Look at what I do all day. And Kyan is in enough of a fit shape - at his age, which is mine - that when he takes off his shirt to jump in the pool, he is just as comely as ever. You know, if you're looking for friends , I will not accompany you to tennis or lattes at Cafe Vespucci."
"I don't live anywhere near Morningwood. And I wish you'd stop thinking I live some socialite's lifestyle. We're not that rich, we've downsized to move here, and I want to know my family. Kylie is growing up, you know? And one day Johnny will retire. Don't you want us all to be one happy family?"
"We were , and then the heist allowed us to be richer than God."
"... but it put everyone on different paths."
"That's life, Grace. No-one stays together. Everyone moves away."
"Now you just sound bitter."
"Perhaps you'd better call Clara, or Max. Or you can join the Epsilon Program. Or there's a cult out in the desert - you know, you have to find your calling . Do you think you're the only one at our age, wondering where did it all go, and asking yourself what do I do now ?"