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Sandeep Sanghavi, the mixed-race son of an Indian businesswoman and a famous American astronomer lives a nomadic albeit mundane life traveling the country with his mothers hotel consulting firm. His life becomes more interesting when various lost objects suddenly begin to reappear. Then a stranger calls and claims responsibility for the returned objects in exchange for an introduction to Sandeeps astronomer father, the rebellious and eccentric Van Ray, who has no phone, email or qualms about having abandoned his son twenty years ago. Van Ray shows up broke with his pregnant ex-wife astronaut in tow, claiming to have discovered a big secret that will change their lives forever; a new discovery guaranteed to change him from science famous to famous famous. With his family together for the first time in years, Sandeep must juggle his fathers scientific search, his mothers failing business and the tension of having family all together for the first time in decades.

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Russ Franklin

Cosmic Hotel

For Amy

PART I

CHAPTER 1

In the beginning, maybe I should state some things I did believe in, things that had served me well. Dividends. Face-to-face meetings. I believed in the American business system and everything my mother taught me, and we were successful. I believed in the report she was giving that day, a slide-show presentationFinal Report: Windmere Resort Properties. I believed in the ten weeks of hard work wed done at this hotel.

My mother, Elizabeth Sanghavi, stood in front of the room, holding the remote in the crook of her elbow. She stood with such perfect posture that her head touched the edge of the projectors light, her hair aflame with negative cash-flow numbers. She was the best hotelier in the world and nobody was listening. I sat in the dark conference room watching the slides that justified this hotels closing, this very buildings eventual demolition. While she did this, the four men from the hotels parent corporation sat around the table staring into their personal devices, faces glowing with hockey scores or email jokes or whatever entertained them more than this, her work.

What should I have cared? They were paying us a bundle either way, and we were almost done with this hotel. I had inventoried everything from towels to screwdrivers, had measured the thickness of crawl spaces in an effort to estimate the cost of remodeling versus tearing the structure down and rebuilding a new one. Seven severance envelopes stuck out of my blazers side pocket, waiting for the next meeting, a meeting these VPs wouldnt have to attend but we would.

Elizabeth pushed the remote to show the white letters on a blue background: Structured Closure Step 1, and the hidden inlay of her business suit sparkled as if, despite its wearer, it wanted attention.

I sat in a crisp suit, held a nearly empty water bottle, and fantasized about throwing it through the dark and connecting to the rear of a VPs skull. The VP would then turn around, stunned to see Elizabeth Sanghavis son as the thrower. I would tell him to pay attention, maybe add an asshole. But then I would see the horror on Elizabeths face. Then over the next few quarters, wed slowly lose clients. She couldnt exactly fire me. I was twenty-eight years old and her only employee and the only surviving member of her once successful hoteling family. I could imagine the demise of our consulting business would lead to Elizabeth having a heart attack and with her dying breath she would blame me and the water bottle.

Her shadow extended nearly to the ceiling, and she droned on.

How many meetings have I attended in my life? I wondered. Can you get cancer from too many meetings? A heaty panic rose in my body, and I tried to take a sip of the water, and that was when the plastic bottle that had once been considered for a VPs head popped. Two of the men glanced up from their devices at me, and I tried to smile with the water still in my mouth and discovered I couldnt swallow.

I was familiar with panic attacks and tried to think positive, but at any second, I knew I could spew water over the room, causing embarrassment to me, the firm, Elizabeth. I covered my mouth and got to my feet.

Elizabeth paused her presentation, trying to see what I was doing, me heading out the door without buttoning my jacket.

I went at a respectable pace down the hallway to the open air of the lobby and finally swallowed. People swarmed through the hotel with the deliberate speed of travelers. I stood at its very center and bent my head back and closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of a healthy travel day in America, listening to that sound peoples voices make together. I had lived in hotels my entire life, wanted no other lifestyle. I reminded myself we were a normal family trying to run a normal family business. Tomorrow I would be living in a new hotel, which would hopefully be better. If the economy had been good during this period of my life, Im sure I would have been in a different state of mind that day.

While Id been fantasizing about the water bottle and the VPs head, my father was in Bangalore trying to find a payphone to call me. I imagine him patting his pockets and asking his handler for the correct change, pretending like he wasnt broke, and making it all sound charming and enduring.

I reopened my eyes to the lobby. Nothing here really mattered, but the severance envelopes still stuck out of my blazers pocket, and I saw that I had positioned myself uncomfortably close to a guest sitting in a chair. She concentrated on her phone conversation, not noticing me. I saw that she had one shoe planted against the side of her other shoe. Elizabeth had a theory that you could determine a persons economic circumstances by how far apart they held their feet. This woman one foot on the other obviously had no respect for footwear, so must have been raised, according to Elizabeths theory, in a plush childhood.

I watched the woman stand and wave, then walk down into the sunken sitting area to greet someone. Her yellow blouse emphasized her nice figure. She met and hugged another woman. They let go, and I watched the woman in yellow open her mouth like a yawn and swipe a tear with her knuckle.

I buttoned my blazer and went and said to them, Welcome to the Windmere. They smiled at me, and I motioned for a bellhop to get the new arrivals luggage.

Peoples first impression of someone with my shade of skin was favorable. I have some of my fathers Caucasian features but Elizabeths Indian color, which subconsciously registers as tan and healthy.

The bellhop took her bag, and I said, Tony here will have it for you after you check in. Enjoy your stay.

Tony, I saw as he took the handle, wore a blinking blue earpiece, strictly forbidden, but Windmere employees had certainly heard rumors of demise by now. Because of us, the hotel would be closed, demolished, and then another rebuilt on this exact spot.

Across the lobby, I saw the VPs and Elizabeth emerge from the hallway. She spotted me excusing myself from the women.

The corporations men passed without acknowledging me, went by in a hiss of business soles on carpet, bag straps over their shoulders, checking their return flights status on their phones. I had this feeling that they never looked up from their phones the entire time they were here in Dallas.

Elizabeth had a soft growth of hair in front of her ears almost like sideburns, her black hair held in a gold clip in the back. Several guests in the lobby were checking her out, including the two women I had been talking to. In this world, Elizabeth tall, beautiful, sophisticated was an asset for me, and I knew it, and I was to her.

She glanced at the two women and said to me, Are you going to get involved tonight?

Well, nothing is a given in this business, but. .

She sighed at hearing her own maxim and said, Ten minutes until the meeting with managers, eleven before we go in. Wait until I make the restructuring joke about the Rangers. Then pass the envelopes out.

Its the Cowboys who restructured, I said, football, not baseball, and we know how to do this. They werent even listening to you in there.

She tugged her jacket. What happened to you?

I just needed air, I said.

The word just is for simpletons. Did you try a positive visualization?

Yes, I pictured leaving this hotel, I said.

Do you have the envelopes?

Of course I have the envelopes. Stop worrying.

She began, Proper planning and practice prevents

Piss-poor performance. I know, I know. These were Elizabeths seven Ps.

I have to contact Walter Simpson and Chicago. She took a breath and at the same time casually handed me a business card. This is the address, she said. Send our things along.

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