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Did she have to ask that. I drink again, buying me some precious seconds before I have to tell her, not wanting to lie.
"Uh ... about one week ... maybe ten days." I say softly, searching her face for her reaction. "I'm sorry that he didn't call you or anything but he was really busy which is no real excuse I know but ... well ... sorry."
Lame! Why didn't I just shut up after telling her how long Max is in town? Maybe I should try to change the topic.
"So, what do you want from me, Isabel Evans?"
That should get her attention.
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Alex takes a sip from his drink before answering my question,"Uh ... about one week ... maybe ten days." Hmm...why am I not suprised?!
"I'm sorry that he didn't call you or anything but he was really busy which is no real excuse I know but ... well ... sorry."
"Please don't apologise...it's not your fault that my brother's a jerk." I reply somewhat angrily and look away
"So, what do you want from me, Isabel Evans?"
EH??Where the hell did that come from?
"Huh...excuse me!What makes you think I want something from you?" I answer the question with a question
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"Huh...excuse me!What makes you think I want something from you?" she seems bewildered by this - understandable, but I guess she's at least not thinking too much about Max anymore. Or so I hope.
"Well, you said you'd keep my secret and I said I owe you so ... what do you want? Blood? A kidney? Flowers? Poetry? Help with your taxes? A new drink? Performing a drastic makeover on me?"
"Well, you said you'd keep my secret and I said I owe you so ... what do you want? Blood? A kidney? Flowers? Poetry? Help with your taxes? A new drink? Performing a drastic makeover on me?"
Poetry sounds really romantic and old-fashioned but of course I am not going to tell him that.A kidney...may be if I have kidney failoure one day I will give him a call.Blood...now wouldn't that be weird if we are the same type,the whole RH thing will come in...oh shut up Isabel!
Certainely don't need another drink,getting a slight headache with this one by itself.Don't need help with my taxes so that leaves the makeover.
"Do you really want to me to give you a makeover?Coz you're at my mercy once you say yes.I won't put up with any sort of whining and complaining."
She is thinking longer about this than I expected. Maybe she finally got to the conclusion that I'm nuts.
"Do you really want to me to give you a makeover?Coz you're at my mercy once you say yes.I won't put up with any sort of whining and complaining."
"That sounds like you already had to endure some whining." I joke, remembering what she said about her being named 'Nazi'. And I think there might be worse things happening to me than being at Isabel's mercy and having to spend time with her.
"I did say that I'm sure the others were just exagerating when giving you your nickname so I'd be a real chicken if I don't let myself experience you in planning mood myself." I muse out loud, jokingly rubbing my chin as if I'm in deep thought. "If you can handle having to spend some more time with me, I'm game."
"Besides, I'll get a reward or something if I'm a good sport, won't I?"
"If you can handle having to spend some more time with me, I'm game." Like that is going to be torture for me...but I'm not going to tell him that spending time with him is hardly the equivalent of a prison sentence.
"Besides, I'll get a reward or something if I'm a good sport, won't I?" he asks cheekily and I roll my eyes
"I think I should be the one who gets an award.After all I'll be the one straightening you out and getting that mangy animal off your face." I say pointing at his week old beard
I stare at her shocked for a moment. "But ... it's my precious, I can't live without it! And it's name is 'Alice', not mangy beard." I moan in fake horror. "Besides, you only complained about the hair and the glasses earlier, not the beard!"
Straightening me out? Oh lord, what did I get myself into?
"Besides, you only complained about the hair and the glasses earlier, not the beard!"
"Well I was being polite and in all fairness,at that time I didn't know that you'd seriously ask me help you get a makeover.Now since I am in-charge here it helps neither you nor me if I am polite.Makeovers call for brutal honesty."
"Just ... be gentle with me, okay?" he says in mock horror
"You'll be thanking me in the end." I say wit a satisfied smile "So...when do you want to start this little experiment?I am mostly free on the weekends.Weekdays I'm usually at the gallery from 10 am to 6 pm,sometimes longer on days preceding an exhibition and on the day of an exhibition itself."
Wow, she is really all serious about the make over. I wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly had a clipboard in her hand. I wonder if she has glasses and likes to wear her hair in a bun and ... uh, bad thoughts Alex, bad thoughts.
I shrug slightly, "I guess it depends on what you want to start with - glasses, beard, hair, clothes ... so we won't be standing in front of closed shops or something. I could meet you at the gallery on Monday if that's not too soon. Or would you rather come up with a war plan first?"
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