Post by hannah on May 11, 2017 11:15:26 GMT -5
Thanks to all who have commented, so helpful! Here is the revised first 252 words. The older version is below.
Bianca is kind in her judgments of others. For her to say that someone is "odd" is significant. To me, odd is he likes his pizza burned with anchovies on it. To her odd means, he might be a mass-murderer. The man who she said was insisting on meeting me that evening, the over-protective brother of her Autistic client, she described as odd.
"What do you mean, 'He's odd?'" I had to wait for her to sip her drink and swallow a too big bite of gyros before she could answer me.
She laughed at my horrified expression. "Lexi, he isn't that bad. He's just standoffish – maybe a little intimidating."
I laughed, “He was just odd, now he’s intimidating too?”
Smiling, she shook her head. “Look, it’s one meeting. He’ll see how smart and sweet you are and he’ll stop worrying about whether or not you intend on seducing Russel.”
I gasped. She shrugged. “That’s probably the truth of it. People hear you’re a professional escort and they make assumptions.”
“I’ve never seduced a client, and I’ve never slept with one, even when they’ve asked!”
“I know, but his brother doesn’t know you the way I do. He’s concerned. This black-tie dinner is a big deal for Russel. He’s never faced anything like this before. He needs your help to get through it. That’s why his boss is hiring you. Meet the brother, go to the dinner, then you’ll never have to see either one of them ever again.
Bianca is kind in her judgments of others. For her to say that someone is "odd" is significant. To me, odd is he likes his pizza burned with anchovies on it. To her odd means he might be a mass-murderer. The man who she says wanted to meet me that evening, the over-protective brother of her client, she described as odd.
Best friends since childhood, my week seemed incomplete without seeing Bianca at least once. We often met for lunch at Diana’s Greek Restaurant. The warming fragrance of garlic, oregano, red wine, and grilled lamb permeating Diana's always reminds me of family.
"What do you mean, 'He's a little odd?'" I waited for her to sip her iced tea and swallow a too big bite of gyros before she could answer me.
She laughed at my horrified expression. "No, really, he isn't that bad. He's just a little standoffish – maybe a little intimidating."
Bianca was an occupational therapist at The Pinnacle Enrichment and Learning Center working with individuals with Autism Spectrum Disorders. She worked with adults who lived independently but still needed guidance navigating work and social situations. The law firm her client, Russell Houston, worked for was celebrating its fiftieth anniversary. Russell was overwhelmed at the prospect of going to a black-tie dinner alone. He'd gone to Bianca for advice. At her recommendation, Russel's boss hired me to help Russel through the night. I was a professional escort. Russell's 'intimidating' brother was insisting on meeting me when I met Russell.
Bianca is kind in her judgments of others. For her to say that someone is "odd" is significant. To me, odd is he likes his pizza burned with anchovies on it. To her odd means, he might be a mass-murderer. The man who she said was insisting on meeting me that evening, the over-protective brother of her Autistic client, she described as odd.
"What do you mean, 'He's odd?'" I had to wait for her to sip her drink and swallow a too big bite of gyros before she could answer me.
She laughed at my horrified expression. "Lexi, he isn't that bad. He's just standoffish – maybe a little intimidating."
I laughed, “He was just odd, now he’s intimidating too?”
Smiling, she shook her head. “Look, it’s one meeting. He’ll see how smart and sweet you are and he’ll stop worrying about whether or not you intend on seducing Russel.”
I gasped. She shrugged. “That’s probably the truth of it. People hear you’re a professional escort and they make assumptions.”
“I’ve never seduced a client, and I’ve never slept with one, even when they’ve asked!”
“I know, but his brother doesn’t know you the way I do. He’s concerned. This black-tie dinner is a big deal for Russel. He’s never faced anything like this before. He needs your help to get through it. That’s why his boss is hiring you. Meet the brother, go to the dinner, then you’ll never have to see either one of them ever again.
Bianca is kind in her judgments of others. For her to say that someone is "odd" is significant. To me, odd is he likes his pizza burned with anchovies on it. To her odd means he might be a mass-murderer. The man who she says wanted to meet me that evening, the over-protective brother of her client, she described as odd.
Best friends since childhood, my week seemed incomplete without seeing Bianca at least once. We often met for lunch at Diana’s Greek Restaurant. The warming fragrance of garlic, oregano, red wine, and grilled lamb permeating Diana's always reminds me of family.
"What do you mean, 'He's a little odd?'" I waited for her to sip her iced tea and swallow a too big bite of gyros before she could answer me.
She laughed at my horrified expression. "No, really, he isn't that bad. He's just a little standoffish – maybe a little intimidating."
Bianca was an occupational therapist at The Pinnacle Enrichment and Learning Center working with individuals with Autism Spectrum Disorders. She worked with adults who lived independently but still needed guidance navigating work and social situations. The law firm her client, Russell Houston, worked for was celebrating its fiftieth anniversary. Russell was overwhelmed at the prospect of going to a black-tie dinner alone. He'd gone to Bianca for advice. At her recommendation, Russel's boss hired me to help Russel through the night. I was a professional escort. Russell's 'intimidating' brother was insisting on meeting me when I met Russell.
