September 14th, 1934. His pinstriped suit is well tailored as he adjusts his tie to better fit him with one hand and holds his dry martini with the other. This cocktail party really is quite swell even if he’s not a fan of the chattering crowds or women swaying in men’s arms sailboats on a stormy sea.

His gaze slides across the room as he approaches his father and his three brothers who are chattering quietly regarding his recent divorce.

“Quit your yapping, she’ll be here soon.” He sighs in a smooth voice as he comes up on Nathanial’s side, Pattie is likely is bent over a rubbish bin throwing up her hangover. It seems his brothers should stay in their lane.