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Posy returned tae calculating the cost of Blakely’s purchase and asked, “What do you do for a living out there in Los Angeles?”
“I’m a talent agent, I have clients, I get them jobs in movies or television, sometimes ads. If I hear of a good part I go through my pool of clients and find the perfect actor for it.”
Posy squinted her eyes and said, “Oh.”
“For instance, I think you could be the younger sister of Carla Jimenez. If I had an upcoming heartwarming, friends flick, I would totally cast you in the supporting role.”
It might have been the first time I heard Posy giggle.
I asked, “Posy, ye ken who Carla Jimenez is?”
“No, doesn’t matter.”
Mike said, “Now do me.”
Blakey tapped her chin and scrutinized him for a moment. “You look like you could be the nephew of Jeff Goldblum, so probably an action movie, something where you don’t look like you can, but you save the day.”
Mike scowled, “I hate action movies—”
I said, “How come ye daena like action movies? Ye’re a state park ranger, ye carry a gun! Nae action?”
“Nope, I don’t like ‘em. I only like sports movies. You know the kind — there’s a big game and the team’s not ready and so they have to train and then they win and we all cry.” He looked down at the resin cube.
Posy grinned, “I like those movies too, but I especially like historical movies with the costumes and the wigs.”
I said, “My turn, Woodshee, what movie would ye put me in?”
She said, “I already cast you in my head, you’re a young Liam Neeson.”
“Och, so ye would put me in a borin’ Scottish film where I wear a kilt and live in the highlands, croonin’ and swoonin’? There is nae creativity at all in that.”
She laughed. “Oh, I would never do something so boring, no, that has already been done. I would put you in a kilt though, definitely, but I’m thinking more of a Scottish superhero — you have a sword, you battle in an arena. Kind of like Thor I think.”
Posy turned her head on the side.
Mike noticing Posy looking at me, grunted.
I laughed. “Och, are ye talking about Thor’s first movies or the last one when he has the beer belly hanging over his belt?” He patted his stomach. “I hae been spendin’ too much time at the Och Nae Pub.”
She laughed. “Did you name your pub that?”
“Aye, m’father named it somethin’ else, but if I hae tae own it, I will call it what I want.”
