Title: Pop TravelGenre: Techno Thriller
“J.L.! I’m so glad you’re hee-ya! I was disappointed when I didn’t hear from you this afternoon. I called to offer you a ticket. But here you are! How eva did you manage it?”
She went on, Her hands emphasiz inged
each phrase. She looked him over and smiled at his charcoal suit and
slim black tie.Hm. How does he know what she is
thinking? Maybe ‘…and smiled when her
gaze landed on his slim black tie.’
“Hello, Ms. Harper. I have friends in high places,”
his vague reply. Let his words convey his mannerisms.
“Geri. You may call me Geri. Oh, I see. Hush, hush. I understand completely,” she answered with a wink.
“What about you? How did you get two tickets?”
She linked arms with him and led him out from under the tents. It was about five o’clock with the sun still beating strong and bright above the grounds to the west so they wandered in and out of shade pockets from the majestic pines and full, longstanding maples.
“Well, J.L.. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t up to sayin anything at our first meetin. I’m not usually such a forward person, you know. But after speakin with you at length, I judged you to be honest and respectable. I admired your propriety,” she said. Then she halted their stroll to look him in the eyes. “I also believe we share an attraction to the romance and history of the old South. I am trustin Normally I’d say this is passive but speech patterns vary around the country. I talk like this. It isn’t that unusual my instincts that you are a true gentleman after my own heart.”
“Thank you?” Cooper replied, not sure how to take her declaration. I am of two minds about this. Kind of like it but it seems like explaining.
His answer must have been satisfactory because she resumed walking and talking. “I have my own connections. My daddy is on the board of the Historical Preservation Society of Georgia. He helped in the overseein of the reconstruction of the Creator’s manor house.”
“Oh. Is your father here?” He looked around for him, hoping to ditch her. He didn’t have all night to chit chat with her.
“Oh, no. He is always invited to these galas and frequently declines. After attendin a party with him a few years ago, I had no desire to return either. The air of competition is too high brow and ingenuous for my taste. Until this evenin that is,” she
hinted and gave his arm a
corrected said under his
breath. In this case, I would use ‘said’. It won’t
detract from the action, ‘…under his breath’. It is obvious that he is