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Description

excerpt from a John Grisham novel

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (US South)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the encounter was probably inevitable in a town of 10,000 people. Sooner or later, you're bound to bump into almost everyone, including those whose names are long for gotten and whose faces are barely familiar. Some names and faces air registered and remembered and withstand the erosion of time, others air almost instantly discarded and most for good reason pristinely weighed. The encounter was caused in part by his wife's linger and flew, and in part by their need persistence, along with other reasons. After a long day at the office, he called home to check on her and to inquire about dinner. She rather abruptly informed him that she had no desire to cook and little desire to eat, and that if he was hungry, he'd better stop by the store. When was he not hungry? Dinner time. After a few more sentences, they agreed on frozen pizza about the only dish Stanley could prepare and Adly the only thing she might possibly want to nibble on, preferably sausage and cheese. Please enter through the kitchen and keep the dogs quiet, she instructed. She might be asleep on the sofa. The nearest food store was the right price an old discount house, a few blacks off the square with dirty aisles and low prices and cheap give aways that attracted the lower classes. Most uppity whites used the new Croker south of town far out of Stanley's way, but it was only a frozen pizza. What difference did it make? He wasn't shopping for the freshest organic produce on this occasion. He was hungry and looking for Chunk and just wanted to get home. He ignored the shopping carts baskets and went straight to the frozen section, where he selected a 14 inch creation with an Italian name and freshness guaranteed. He was closing the icy glass door when he became aware of someone standing very near him. Someone had seen him bottled him and was not practically breathing on him, someone much larger than Stanley, someone who had no interest in Broden boots. At least not at that moment. Stanley turned it was right and locked eyes with a smirking and unhappy face he'd seen somewhere. The man was about 40 roughly 10 years younger than Stanley, at least four inches taller and much thicker through the chest. Stanley was slight, almost fragile, not the least bit athletic, you know, lawyer Wade Anchia, the man set. But it was far more an accusation that a question even the voice was vaguely familiar, unusually high pitched for such a hulking figure. Revel but not ignorant, a voice from the past. No doubt about that. Stanley correctly assumed that the previous meeting, whenever and wherever concerned a lawsuit of some variety, and it didn't take a genius to surmise that they had not been on the same side. Coming face to face with old courtroom adversaries long after trial is a hazard for many small town lawyers. As much as he was tempted, Stanley could not bring himself to deny who iwas. That's right, he said, clutching his pizza. And you are with that. The man suddenly moved past Stanley and in doing so, lowered his shoulders slightly and landed a solid hit against lawyer Wade, who was knocked against the icy. Dorie just closed the pizza, fell to the floor in a Stanley, balanced himself and reached for his dinner. He turned and saw the man head down the island disappear around a corner in the direction of the breakfast foods and coffee. Stanley cut his breath, glanced around, started to yell something provocative but quickly thought better of it, then stood for a moment and tried to analyze the only harsh physical contact he could remember during his adult life. He'd never been a fighter athlete, drinker, Hellraiser, not Stanley. He had been the Thinker, the scholar top third of his law class. It was an assault pure. It's simple, the least touching of another and anger. But there were no witnesses, and Stanley wisely decided to forget about it, or at least try. Given the disparity in their sizes and dispositions, it certainly could have been worse, and it would be very shortly.