Audio Book Selections: humorous, informative, ominous, romantic

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Description

Includes a cynical mystery, humorous romance, whimsical comedy, frightening thriller, and authoritative self-help selections

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes) North American (US South)

Transcript

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Miss Sutton, I'd like to get some contact information before you leave. In case you have any questions about the notes you took, she sent appointed glance toward the blank page of his notebook. I wasn't sure what to write. Your story is very peculiar. I know that. And I don't blame you for being skeptical. Agent Bradley, If I were in your shoes, I'd have had the same reaction. I just felt the need to follow through. I've done that now. I intend to walk away. Thanks for your time. Before you go, would you do one favor for me? What? Pick up the doll. Her complexion went a shade paler and she took a step back. I'd rather not, Miss Sutton. I'll be honest. I've had my share of tips like this through the years. None amounted to anything that makes me skeptical. I'm curious to see this reaction you describe. Physical evidence is difficult to refute. She hesitated. All right, Mr Fit. You, Mr Fit You You forgot your pudding. She called waving the pudding in the air when the second man in one day knocked the breath out of her by taking a flying leap. But the pudding she held in her hand. I need that pudding, he growled. Give it over. No gasp, Arabella. People couldn't just go about taking other people's puddings. It was positively on British. Put your sport coat on, she said. Who was in the world for? Well, just do it if you don't mind. Isn't this the same printer we've been using? He doesn't wear a sport coat pay day. It'll just trust me all this and put your sport coat on. You might call me a hair a little, too. As he put on his sport coat, she went to the door through it open and shouted, Here he comes. A chorus off. Oh yeah, that stuff is gross can spoil the dinner table joy. And when dinner table problems arise, the table becomes less an arena for love than a ground for battle. But not to worry. Ah, love and logic Parent scoops up her kids plates and says, Run along, kids. We'll see you at breakfast later on that evening, when the hungry kids are raiding the refrigerator, Mom says you've just eaten a dollar 95 worth of food. How do you want to pay me cash or from your allowance. The choice is yours. As with so many things, problems with eating can be eliminated when using thinking words instead of fighting words, I'm avoiding every floorboard that creeks tiptoeing across my bedroom, standing at the arm wa counting to 15. Because tan is never long enough. At 16, I pull out the antique drawer beneath the wardrobes, double doors and listen again. Seconds *** like they're attached to time bombs. But when nothing debt nights, I slipped the hammer into my open backpack. Then my notebook to pants. Cem Ziploc bags. I do another count to 15 listening. Then I grabbed my flashlight camera. Are you in there? Ah, freeze Her voice. Shrill is like a fire alarm Pierce in the thick wood in my bedroom door. I know you're in there. Crap. Yes, ma'am, I answer. My heart feels like a clenched fist pounding on my rib cage. I'm in here. May I ask you a rather odd question, William? She said to her driver. Certainly, ma'am, replied the young man, If you suspected that someone you knew had done something wicked, would you try and find out the truth? Even if it meant his getting into trouble. William had spent his early career touring America with a vaudeville company and was a keen observer of human nature, which made him an invaluable sounding board. On occasion, he considered before replying, Well, if you have a particular instance in mind, I can't rightly say without knowing the details, he said. But I do recollect. One time must have been back in Chicago. We had a lady who joined us to sing the opera, a really beautiful voice she had, why the tears would come to your eyes just to listen to her.