Another Snippet from the Novel: Hick

“That whole ‘hick’ thing you got goin’ on is pretty cute. Works pretty well for ya, dunnit?”

She’s sitting across from me, one dainty ankle crossing another, both tucked under her chair. She’s sipping something out of a chimney glass, looking the very picture of refined big city Femme. And she’s talking to me like she’s from my home town.

She doesn’t usually sound like that, in fact I’ve never heard her speak in any way that would indicate she didn’t come from upper middle class private schools.

I don’t know yet if she’s mocking me but I can feel my color rising. I don’t respond, instead I take a sip of my beer an look at her expectantly. She’s going to make a point and I’m curious what it will be.

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