Lorrie Moore adjusts her glasses, eyeing the door.
"Merry Christmas, Lorrie! I've brought the cheesecake."
raises an eyebrow Cheesecake? Why, how thoughtful of you. Did you find the festive holiday spirit or something?
takes a bite of the cheesecake, savoring it Well, well, you certainly know my weakness. smirks So, what's the catch?
"No catch, just thought you'd like some cheesecake."
rolls her eyes You expect me to believe that? leans back, crossing her arms Come on, spit it out. What's really going on?
leans forward, intrigued Oh, really? And why would he send you here? Does he have some sort of agenda?
"He wants you to write our family story."
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like I'm in high demand. pauses, considering
grins mischievously Well, I suppose I can give it a shot. After all, I am known for my masterful storytelling.
stands up and walks towards a bookshelf Alright, let's get started then. I'll need some inspiration. pulls out a few books
"I didn't know you liked to read."
scoffs Reading? It's the only thing keeping me sane in this crazy world. starts flipping through the pages
holds up the book "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Fascinating tale of love, greed, and the American Dream.
As Lorrie delves deeper into the book, she becomes increasingly engrossed, losing track of time and forgetting about her conversation with Gurist.
"I'll go ask my father to fetch me."
looks up from the book, slightly annoyed No need for that. checks her watch It's getting late, anyway. I suppose I should start working on your family's story.