Sal And Larry Novels & Stories

"Happy birthday, baby Ellah'', Larry pecked her on her forehead and placed a box on the table where the already cut cake was placed. I didn't even notice when he stood up from where he sat. He turned to go and our eyes met, he smiled and approached me. "Nina", he greeted. "Larry", I called. "Sorry for coming late, I needed to sort a few things out at the office", he explained. "You've been off and on recently, Larry. I hope all is well?" "Absolutely", he grinned. "Just trying to sort some things out." The grin wasn't genuine and I couldn't overlook that. "Larry, don't give me that shit. I know there is something." He opened his mouth to talk and quickly shut It turning to watch Daisy and her

"No, huh, he left with some members of the finance team a few hours ago. I think they went out to celebrate or something. I'm sure he'll call soon. He should be home in a few minutes, I think." "Oh, okay. Thank you, Carlos," I say to him. "Anytime," he says. "Oh and Tiffany. I can call you that, right?" "Yes of course," I say. He's Larry's best friend so of course he can call me by my first name. "I know I haven't told you this before but you should know. I think Larry is really lucky to have someone like you by his side." "Thank you?" That's so unexpected and yet so good.

That was Sophia, and now he understood her discomfort. "Well, we all have our dark moments in the end, don't we?" Larry said. "You can't tell if you've run into him at a bad time in his life." He shrugged. "And it's unfortunate what I'm going to tell you, but...you may run into each other again." She looked at him. Larry stepped away from the counter and picked up the dish towel to set it somewhere else.

AUDREY (softly): “Okay… give me thirty minutes.” LARRY (grinning): “That’s my girl.” He hung up and tossed the phone on the couch, his grin widening. “Works every time.” As he poured himself another drink, Larry spoke out loud to no one in particular, relishing the villainous monologue he’d reserved in the recesses of his ego. “Let the two women scramble, point fingers, and defend themselves while I take center stage. They can waste their energy throwing stones at each other while I stand untouched.”

“We reconvene in one week. Not two.” I stand, they do the same but slower, and with uncertain, grouchy motions. As people file out, Larry hangs back. He’s in his late fifties with a wiry build, a salt-and-pepper beard trimmed properly, his eyes bright behind wire-rimmed glasses. There’s a warmth in his posture that the others lack. “Ms. Travis,” he says. “Larry Gould. I’m happy you’re the one stepping in your father’s shoes. You’ll be one of the few women to do it here. You’ll have my support anytime.”

I blew out a long sigh of relief at his departure. Fuck! Man! Larry was really a handful. He was obviously a lot to deal with whenever he got into those inquisitive situations. He keeps forgetting that curiosity killed the cat. I let my eyes roam back to the screen of my laptop, a folder catching my attention. I leaned in closer.

Larry said, raising his hands in a surrender gesture. Sophia chuckled lightly and when he was about to respond, Alexander returned, altering their conversation. They continued to eat in silence, safe for Sophia trying to make some conversation often. But Larry barely touched his food, he was too nervous to focus. Although he tried not to make it obvious, He was eager to leave. After quickly finishing his drink, he stood up and grabbed his coat. “I’ve got some things to take care of,” he said with a forced smile. “Thanks for lunch, Sophia.”

The way the others in the office were looking at them both made Henry uncomfortable, for Larry who didn't mind the things being said at his back by others, he did, and the last thing he needed right now was a ridiculous scandal circulating about him and Larry. He’s straight. So was Larry too. But the others clearly won’t understand that, because Larry decided to be too childish. Yet, he was glad that they were finally on the same boat. “Detective.” Someone called Larry from behind, which made him look away from Henry. “The boss is calling for you at his office.” Once the intern had left after relaying the message sent to him, Larry took his coffee and his phone and made his way over to the b

"Abigail, I want to honor Sophia's memory, to find happiness as she wished. But I also want you to know that you mean a lot to me, not just as a friend but as someone I care about deeply." Abigail, her eyes reflecting a blend of empathy and understanding, met Larry's gaze. In the shared silence that followed, their unspoken connection spoke volumes. She nodded, acknowledging the complexities of their journey. "Larry, I feel the same way. We're navigating this journey together, and our friendship has become a source of strength for both of us."

Larry read it, blinked, read it again, and then again, and frowned, trying to figure out if Leah had asked the question or if his old Army buddy was goofing around. After several rounds of typing then backspacing, he finally typed the only thing he could think of that wouldn’t land him in trouble and hit ‘send’. Then she responded with an apology and a smiley face, and he grinned. “She’s got a goofy sense of humor like me. Nice,” Larry observed. “So here we go,” he said, and he began to type.