From a brand new novel published by MacAdam Cage:
It's the taxidermist. I can tell by my caller ID. His picture, which he once gave to one of the girls, is taped to the wall above my phone, between a photocopy of our business license and the list of descriptions that Mohammed has written to help sell the girls: "classy, mature, enthusiastic, efervessent, exotic, curvie" — whatever adjective might get a caller going.
Effervescent? Never mind that Mohammed misspelled it, how many callers are looking to spend good cash money for a quality most often associated with lemon-lime soda?
Enthusiastic, sure. And all things being equal, Mom always said, never skimp on class when you're going to break the law. Mature, presumably, means over forty; and as for exotic and curvie, let's chalk those two up to personal taste.
What are any of us looking for? And, take a step back, where are we looking? In bars or bookstores, churches, dance clubs, online? Far be it from me to pass judgment on a fictional character, the previous two paragraphs notwithstanding, but this may be one of those occasions when I disregard the first ninety thoughts that come to mind and simply take solace in the fact that I'm not a taxidermist who gives his picture to call girls. Or, for that matter, the woman on the other end of the line. Count your blessings where you can, right?
Update: Find the author and title.
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Dave is the author of Out of the Book, Volume 3: State by State