The Soapybook
Maybe I'll be able to write a fiction series that will make sense, <em>(comma to visibly separate the series and the vocabulary)</em> and practice a <em>(haha the nightmare of English articles!)</em> new vocabulary simultaneously. I have no idea what will happen next. It depends on the words I'm trying to learn :) I hope this entry has at least some connection with the previous one.
I hope you like the wordplay in the title. Notebook -> Soapybook. <em>(scratching my head in bemusement)</em>
She was descending from the hill in<em> vain modesty (mmm you might want oxymoron, but it is pretty weird connected to to the hill)</em>. She disguised her real nature behind her fake, smarmy <em>(that's interesting, smarmy was a word that had just this moment popped into mind. truly!)</em> merriment so well, she fooled almost everybody. She has never fooled me, however. Behind all of the majesty <em>(seems at odds with the other descriptive words)</em> there was a glimpse of homeliness, firmly and deeply engraved in her by/from her distant past.
"Here we go. I'm a dead meat," popped up in into my head for a brief moment, while as she shook my hand.
Our hands skirmished for a second, when I refused an her assertive, rather arrogant and dominant/intimidating handshake. She had offered me her hand as if she thought I should kiss it her on the back of her palm.
<em>have to do it in two parts to avoid the italki limit</em>
The Soapybook
<em>Second tranche</em>
"Hello dear!"
There was a patronizing shade/overtone/hint of patronisation in/to her otherwise happy voice.
"My precious darling! Hello!" I replied in hope hoping/expecting/assuming she can would sense at least a shadow of sarcasm in my voice.
If she did, she decided to ignore it.
"You know why I'm here, don't you? I've summoned a meeting last Monday, but you couldn't come. I hope you feel better now. You look better and well rested, that's for sure."
A tantalizing hint in her speech. A tiny hint. Almost unnoticeable, so thin.
"Yes, I know why you're here," I replied.
"Well, you're wrong! You have no idea why I'm here!"
She burst into laughter as if she had told a hilarious jest.
I've had prepared numerous responses, but a puzzled glare was not one of them.
To be continued.
<em>Some questions of past and past perfect tenses</em>