Dec 19, 2024 4:22 pm
As Yazeba leaves the room, Demi says, "Doncha just love her?" Her tone is sincere. "She’s a stickler to her principles, and she’s honest. Brutally, perhaps… but look what she’s built. The cigarette smoke and the G-rated F-words are part of the package.
"And Parish, the combination of an exquisite meal with a side of fatherly advice hits the nostalgic spot for me. As a five-thousand-year-old immortal, I believe I’m qualified to deem you wise beyond your years.
"And Mr. Boggs… there are rules, so I can’t say what it is I like about you here and now. So…" She hands him her napkin. (Inside the fold is her phone number written in lipstick.) "Call me." She pulls out her flip phone.
…which suddenly starts to ring. "It’s my agent. Please excuse me, Mr. Boggs… and no matter what my agent wants, do call."
The Gorgon slinks out of the room, waiting for the seventh ring before picking up. "Darling… of course this isn’t voice mail. I always pick up, as is currently evident. Oh, cry me a river, waiting for the seventh ring. After six husbands, so am I. Now, that project you started to bloviate about when you thought I was voice mail…"
"And Parish, the combination of an exquisite meal with a side of fatherly advice hits the nostalgic spot for me. As a five-thousand-year-old immortal, I believe I’m qualified to deem you wise beyond your years.
"And Mr. Boggs… there are rules, so I can’t say what it is I like about you here and now. So…" She hands him her napkin. (Inside the fold is her phone number written in lipstick.) "Call me." She pulls out her flip phone.
…which suddenly starts to ring. "It’s my agent. Please excuse me, Mr. Boggs… and no matter what my agent wants, do call."
The Gorgon slinks out of the room, waiting for the seventh ring before picking up. "Darling… of course this isn’t voice mail. I always pick up, as is currently evident. Oh, cry me a river, waiting for the seventh ring. After six husbands, so am I. Now, that project you started to bloviate about when you thought I was voice mail…"