Emerz Returns

Arbitration is on the way. A furious flutter of text messages and closed-door board meetings and salsa-stained inter-offfice memos have decided the fate of Emerz, the erstwhile summer intern at Fleck, Kuehnle, Potter and Potter. The final straw may have come when Emerz handed in his first report to the partners dressed as Tilda Swinton. Or it may have come earlier, when Toni's father (once an erstwhile summer intern himself, now fully grown into a Westhampton slum lord and one-time co-owner of a short-lived gourmet sandwich truck with Nora Ephron) caught wind of Emerz' black mail scheme (involving shenanigans reported to have taken place on a Milbrook squash team's bus restroom) and called a higher power, most likely, his father-in-law. He sails boats, Toni sinks them. He opens doors, Emerz closes them. So...now what?

Good thing it's summer in Connecticut, home of SlugFest, or what's left of it these days. Emerz playing "Around the World" with July renters is something most of us thought we'd never see again, but there's Emerz in the Ad court, Mrs. Price up at the net, her skin tanned nearly dark enough to disguise the vericose veins running up and up and up. And there's Mrs. Ford watching from the bench off of Court One, sipping water from a thin paper cup. She has those little balls on the back of her socks. Well now,what do you know, if it isn't Emerz' Achilles' Heel.