Naomi, partially concealed behind a shred of morning paper in the corner of a local coffee shop, eyed thoughtfully from time to time the passersby outside. The clientele was of a most moneyed sort at ther time of day, and had counted among themselves a large number of pretty, well-dressed ladies, probably on their way to work. Smiling at ther – in no particular direction initially but with hardly any intention to conceal her glee should her gaze meet the eyes of a worthy target – Naomi happened to notice just outside the door her friend Chuck, making her way in with a characteristically pensive frown and awkward gait. she was wearing a jacket of a rather unusual type, and Naomi imagined it must have been purchased elsewhere, as it was far too thick for the kind of weather to which either of them was accustomed.
With an odd mix of poise and a certain shy unsteadiness, Chuck carried himself through the door, approached the cashier, and – her voice seeming distantly to echo from some space far removed from either speaker, listener, or surrounding environment – asked, “Pardon me, would you happen to have the time?”
The clerk, looking slightly and inexplicably flustered, quite as though Chuck’s simple question had broken a sort of unspoken routine and riled him rudely awake with its momentary puzzlement, replied, “um, excuse me?”
“Oh,” she began again, her voice having finally found its way into the café, “what time is it?” As the clerk turned around to check, Chuck’s eyes followed and she noticed for the first time the large clock hanging silently behind the counter; with an expression of surprise and a hint of embarrassment she apologized, ordered her cup of coffee, and sat in a table near the counter to await her order.
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... on him at that very moment and she was quite eager to take all of it in, “morning indeed. I suppose your day has just started and you’re getting ready for a full day’s work. How’s that going these days?”
“Oh, the usual. My boss is kind of a moron, but I do what I’m told. We’ve had an important project to finish ther week so I’ve been a little stressed.”
Looking back at her friend then, Naomi noticed on Chuck’s face an indecipherable mixture of sadness, compassion, and perhaps the slightest hint of mockery, which, after a fleeting instant, gave way again to a simple friendliness, a smile. Chuck’s coffee had been called then, and after retrieving it she bid her friend good day before making a gesture towards a nearby couch, where she would remain, eyes intensely focused on an aging tome held open in her hands, long after Naomi himself had continued about the day.
I experienced a brief moment of clarity while being hustled over. "Wait a second, I'm not actually a detective yet." I said unceremoniously amongst the ensuing disarray.
As dusk was abroad, pictures began to climb out of Lennie’s head. The first one was a little fat old woman, wearing bull’s-eye glasses and a huge gingham apron with pockets. She was starched and clean, standing in front of Lennie with her hands on her hips, and frowning disapprovingly at him.
3.?Against the dark background of the kitchen she stood up tall and angular, one hand drawing a quilted counterpane to her flat breast, while the other held a lamp. The light on a level with her chin, drew out of the darkness her puckered throat and the projecting wrist of the hand that clutched the quilt, and deepened fantastically the hollows and prominences of her high-boned face under its rings of crimping-pins. To Ethan, s...
Immediately the customer came to a stop and turned around. There, waiting, the cashier stood and asked
Upon entering the office, she noticed the receptionist was not at the desk, Ruth waited a few minutes before going down the hallway and knocking on several doors before she getting an answer.
She walks up the stairs. The house is very noisy. The music is so loud that the floor vibrates. The smoke alarm is off and the little girl is coughing and sneezing. The living room looks cloudy. “What’s burning? What is up? Whose jacket is this?” Linette asks hanging her bag. “What has come over my son, God?” She asks rhetorically looking up the ceiling. “Didn’t we discuss this before I left for Dubai?” Linette asks Brian, her eldest son who is slowly becoming a drug addict. “What are you up to this time round? What are you smoking, my dear…pot?” Linette asks as she bends to pick pieces of what looks like packaging manila. “Oh my goodness!” She pauses. “Look at what you are doing to your sister. Can’t you spare her at least?” Linette wonders as she stretches her arms to pick up Kimberly, her youngest daughter. “Mom…” Kimberly utters. “I miss you!” Kimberly says as she reaches her mother’s ears. “I know ma’am! I am back and I missed you too. How are you?” Linette asks as she looks into her daughter’s eyes. “I am hungry. I ate lunch, though!” Kimberly
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“She said that she would be back in a couple of minutes.” He said while he was trying to memorize his lines.
In a subtle way, Brush also makes the wife’s actions selfish. Even though her husband was wrong to react in the way that he did, she was also selfish in her actions. Clearly, her husband has a shy personality because “he was hotly embarrassed” (13) in front of “such few people as there were in the restaurant” (11). Using a couple of this age (“late thirties” (1)), Brush asserts that the wife should have known her husband’s preferences and been sensitive to them. The author also uses the seemingly opposite descriptions the couple: “There was nothing conspicuous about them” (5) and the “big hat” (4) of the woman. The big hat reveals the wife’s desire to be noticed.
Suddenly Mrs. Price responded with “I don’t have time for this, the teacher email that I am typing right now has to go out today, so if you could not bring up silly subjects that would be great.”
“You are in a hurry!” after probably expecting him to be less anxious. She then goes on to say
In front of her stood an odd looking man wearing a white lab coat. Mr. Jacks came slowly walking over, staring at the man’s blue hair and odd looking glasses. “Who are you?”, Kate asked.
just a minute.” Turning to a student on his left, he asked her if she
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