He sits still as she takes up his paper, suddenly feeling a little like a schoolboy when the teacher starts reading your composition in front of you. He taps his thumbs together and swivels his chair lightly from side to side as she starts reading his answers aloud.
Damn right, bitter from Central Manchester. It just not the same from anywhere else. Clicks his tongue again at High Noon – can't beat some Cooper – and is sure that no one can find fault with his choice of Winston Churchill as ‘most admired person'. The man's a legend. He used to listen to him speak on the wireless when he was a lad.
He's just readying himself for the last one. Yep, there it is. That note of...annoyance, almost. And resignation. Like she expected something better.
‘Women admire honesty, Bols.'
His answer was both brutally honest, and not. He put what he wants, but not all of what he wants. A lie by omission, but he can hardly admit that. Anyway, women do like honesty. Or they say they do, anyway. Probably think they do, but he's pretty damn sure they're wrong.
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Damn right, bitter from Central Manchester. It just not the same from anywhere else. Clicks his tongue again at High Noon – can't beat some Cooper – and is sure that no one can find fault with his choice of Winston Churchill as ‘most admired person'. The man's a legend. He used to listen to him speak on the wireless when he was a lad.
He's just readying himself for the last one. Yep, there it is. That note of...annoyance, almost. And resignation. Like she expected something better.
‘Women admire honesty, Bols.'
His answer was both brutally honest, and not. He put what he wants, but not all of what he wants. A lie by omission, but he can hardly admit that. Anyway, women do like honesty. Or they say they do, anyway. Probably think they do, but he's pretty damn sure they're wrong.