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The Bentley climbed the cobblestone driveway, twisting through the lush maze of elms to the sprawling manor on the hilltop. No matter how long ago Edward had moved to Manhattan, this place would always be home, and his parents would always be his most trusted advisors.
Edward turned to face his chauffeur. "Sure you won't stay? Mom made brisket and latkes."
"Nah, Rosie says I gotta lay off the carbs," Emmett answered, patting his belly ruefully. "Give your folks my best. Pick you up at nine, El Presidente?"
"I really wish you'd stop calling me that."
"Just practicing, boss."
Tonight being Rosh Hashanah eve, I wanted to bring in a little cultural tidbit of my people. Did anyone else notice that both our presidential candidates (the "real" ones) have Jewish sons-in-law? The White House kitchen staff better start boning up on their brisket recipes!
I had a real "Entourage" visual after Shell's last chapter. The role of Turtle will be played by...Emmett McCarty! ;)
To all who celebrate, Happy, Healthy Shana Tova...may all the books you're written in be good ones.
XXX ~BOH