#ABPOS The Thinner Soul, Chp. 12
Monica Shepherd- A few days later he wandered in to the gallery again. Funny, he approached it like the first time around. It was an unforeseen development that he walked into my room however. I'm just a few steps behind his, and I'm studying him as he looks up and down and then from wall to wall. He's dressed like money. The dark jewel tone colors and the textures read that way. His hair is tapered with such precision, and his back pocket is not bulging with his wallet. I suppose he's carrying it in the interior of his jacket. I end my study with his suede navy loafers, and just then he's launching his first question.
"I didn't take you for a reader. Is it a good time?"
"It's is brilliant time." I quickly gear up. We both head for the small table and chairs and he sits down in a bit of a sumo squat with his knees kicked out in opposite directions. I suppose his distance from the table speaks for his hesitation or skepticism. I don't speak yet when his questions begin to waterfall.
"I have a name I'm curious about. Can you tell me what particular relation I have to the name Dunbar? Likewise, what investments might I look into?"
He's all business, and I can't pin point what detail gives me away. I'm not sure why he didn't expect a palm reading. Most people assumed right along those lines and didn't lead with questions. He's placed a money clip on the table, and has both elbows pressed into the wood with his hands cuffed together. I'm smiling inside at his demeanor.. his drive-thru restaurant style behavior, but I keep my head down. I mean I stay under my awarenesses. I don't lead, I follow the gift. I rearrange a few of my cards and even take a sip of water. I make a few other adjustments while I wait to hear if he has any other ideas of why he's here. Then without a touch or any other delays, I look up firmly.
"Appreciate what you have and what you've built. There's no new news about the Dunbars and there's no relenting. The closest you should aspire to be is an outpost; a necessary take down, and perhaps you should keep your head down."
"And my investments?"
"Appreciate what you have and what you've built." I repeated with a nuance of emphasis that couldn't be misdirected. I'd get to know if my presumptions were good about him. I wanted to know if he was underdressed or overdressed. If he'd been a lucky member, or if he was all his own salt.
I also wondered more about what he and Radiance might have in common, but it was a protected area. A dark spot. I didn't get many of those. I was advantaged and trusted. I could see ahead far enough to keep lanes strait, and so I knew it was important.
A Better Pair of Shoes “The Thinner Soul”, a novel
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