“Whew.” She gave her head a shake and smiled. “So, Freyja. Last time we met I was adjudicating your work at the College’s show. How are the classes going?”
“I quit six months ago.”
Carly raised her eyebrows. “Yes, well you’re very talented and what is it they say, those who can do, and those who can’t teach?”
That pretty much summed up Freyja’s opinion of her instructors so no argument there.
Carly slipped her arms out of her coat but kept the matching cashmere scarf and hat on. “Perhaps the question should be how’s the career going?”
It was an opportunity to spin positive, exaggerate, even fabricate her infinitesimal accomplishments, but Carly’s discerning dark eyes told her the woman had heard all the bullshit before – many, many times.
“It’s not.”
Carly’s laugh crinkled her crow’s feet but smoothed the upper lip lines. “I like honesty.” She took a long drink of her dark roast. “Maybe we can do something about that.”
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