At his next question, Laura turned her head to look up at the Mayor as they continued to walk, only to find him looking back. He was a handsome man, Mr. Blackbird, with that look of a movie star from a by-gone era. Gary Cooper, Clark Gable, Cary Grant and their contemporaries. He even dressed like them, a classic gentleman who played his strengths with elegance and flair. He was also sharp as a tack, intellectually. Quite the potent combination.
“Yes, eclectic,” she confirmed with a bright smile. “Not only are they very different people, but they also have very different backgrounds. For example, one is a fireman from Boston, another teaches at Baxendale, and then there's one who works freelance for a very private employer.” That last one was the best way she could think of to describe Chloés 'work'. Even if it wasn't quite the truth, it fit well enough, and she didn't know the real story, anyway. The Mayor wouldn't know or care.
Laura could go on, but felt that was sufficient for now. She wasn't going to bore him with the museum crowd or her book club group.
“Yes, eclectic,” she confirmed with a bright smile. “Not only are they very different people, but they also have very different backgrounds. For example, one is a fireman from Boston, another teaches at Baxendale, and then there's one who works freelance for a very private employer.” That last one was the best way she could think of to describe Chloés 'work'. Even if it wasn't quite the truth, it fit well enough, and she didn't know the real story, anyway. The Mayor wouldn't know or care.
Laura could go on, but felt that was sufficient for now. She wasn't going to bore him with the museum crowd or her book club group.