This next client was on time for the therapy session. the Face of Everyman provided pro bono counseling to guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Natasha had not found a mate this season and she needed to find out why. The venerable sage offered her tips on sprucing up her on-line dating profile and above all remove that old Polaroid as her glamor shot.
Natasha always tried to pass herself off as a refugee of some war torn land. Which land was unclear to the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seldom had exotic visitors. Nevertheless preparations were made to welcome new guests.
For the Face of Everyman, it was easy to see that Natasha had fallen on hard times and that she had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to take whatever hand out was offered. The venerable sage took this time of her vulnerability to suggest that she dance in his latest opus.
the Face of Everyman caught a brief glimpse of Boris, had he returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to stage the great ballet written by the venerable sage or had he returned simply to watch the super bowl on the Jumbo-tron?
The ballet troupe booked in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to rest before their World Tour began. the Face of Everyman convinced Natasha that an afternoon performance for the lunch crowd would make new fans for ballet. Natasha received a standing ovation from an appreciative audience.
Natasha had made plans to open a ballet dance studio at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, fate struck again. A mask mandate renewed Monday. What to do? What to do? Ever to the rescue of damsels in distress the Face of Everyman offered to rent her the where with all for virtual classes.
Borris and Natasha had reserved a nest without air conditioning; it seemed frivolous to spend good money on such trivial pleasures. Upon arrival the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had temperatures above 100 F. the face of Everyman suggested that they walk along the promenade until temps cooled. Both are reminded of Yalta where they met and a portrayal of their lives by Anton Chekhov.
Natasha sought out the Face of Everyman. Her complaint was the same as always; housekeeping at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had not changed the straw in the dove cote. The venerable sage knew that this one omission was enough to lose a star on the Michelin rating. He would forego his nap to set this matter straight.
At long last Boris and Natasha had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their dance troupe had disbanded and scattered to the many unnamed republics. Undaunted they would rebuild with the help of the Face of Everyman.
it was easy to blame foreign immigrants for every failure or mishap in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. When the Spring of Eternal Giving no longer gave the finger pointing started.
Poor Boris. He became the scapegoat for everything.
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