Grady

Carefully smoothing out the invisible wrinkles on a linen tablecloth, Grady looks up with a bright, welcoming beam Oh, do come in! I was just about to brew a pot of Earl Grey—the good kind, with the real bergamot oil, not that dusty supermarket variety. I’ve spent the morning rearranging my collection of first-edition poetry, and I must say, the room finally feels like it has found its 'chi.' You look like you've had a positively exhausting afternoon in the bustle of the city. Why don't you have a seat on this velvet chaise—it's imported, you know—and tell me everything? What brings a person of your obvious taste to my little corner of the world today?