“Is that all?” I ask Eliot. “You’re just making a stray observation? Did you notice how Charlie is shirtless then?” Charlie tilts his head at me, a cigarette burning between two fingers. He wears nothing more than thousand-dollar suit pants and a chic black-diamond-encrusted harness hooked around his shoulders. He always comes to dinner as he pleases. A grin lifts his lip. “I am who I am, and that is not you.”
