Lunching in LA

[dead_hooker_2]

Sometimes a girl wants to see and be seen when she goes out in LA, and sometimes she really doesn't. If you're Trina Echolls, the former is usually the case and the latter is hard to pull off these days, after the thing with Nicole and Logan's . . . whatever that was on Larry King last night.

But she manages, at times like this, because Carl is the creme de la creme of maitre'ds. Which is why she's waiting for her little brother in a table tucked neatly in back of a restaurant (that can't be seen from the door or any of the windows), with iced tea, breaking a breadstick into pieces.

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[obligatoryass]

"Very true," Logan says. "This relationship should have self-destructed years ago."

There's a very long pause, and he finally says, very quietly, "I'm glad it didn't."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Yeah," she says. "You're kind of the only decent relative I have. That I've known for more than a year.

"Well, you're the only relative I have at all that I've known for more than a year. But I'm glad you're the one I have left."

[obligatoryass]

LOgan's smile is now larger, growing slowly. It's also sincere and very, very sweet.

"Thanks," he says. "Technically, we've got one other relative left out there, but I'm not sure he's going to do us much good."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Screw him," says Trina. "He'd be lucky to have us, and it's totally his loss."

This more or less flatly contradicts some other things she's said. But flat contradictions have never really bothered Trina.

[obligatoryass]

Logan just laughs. She's wrong, he's pretty sure of it. He's pretty sure that last night he made Charlie Stone's nice, ordinary life into something like a living hell, but at this time and this place, it doesn't seem to matter. "Cheers to that," he says, raising his soda.

[dead_hooker_2]

Aaron Echolls did not father (or adopt) children who get to have nice, ordinary lives. And if Charlie Stone wanted one, taking the money was stupid.

"Always," she says.