04-26-2020, 05:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]As his son scanned the shelves with a nervous sort of intent, Selby watched fondly. It was odd to see how someone could have so much respect for him, so much admiration. He knew it existed, but to see it play out in front of him was an entirely different experience. The surreality of it all was a trip. He sat back to allow him some space.
“I’m not entirely sure, Ivan,” he said calmly, making an attempt to assuage his nerves. “That’s what was taking so long, I think. I just can’t decide. What kind of stories do you like? Maybe I’ll read one of those.” His indecision, of course, was being overplayed. Giving Ivan the chance to make his own choices was too strong an opportunity to pass up, along with the chance to learn more about his preferences.
“I’m not entirely sure, Ivan,” he said calmly, making an attempt to assuage his nerves. “That’s what was taking so long, I think. I just can’t decide. What kind of stories do you like? Maybe I’ll read one of those.” His indecision, of course, was being overplayed. Giving Ivan the chance to make his own choices was too strong an opportunity to pass up, along with the chance to learn more about his preferences.