“Todel – you know – T-O-E D-E-L-L” I insisted, irritated from spell-pronouncing my name each time I met some millennial song artist wannabe who reeked of pinstriped suits. We had only exchanged emails three days ago. She wanted to meet. See if I still had my chops I guess. I hoped she wasn’t wasting my time.
“Toe-dell – got it” Jules smiled, pronouncing the name slowly, accentuating the second syllable ‘dell’. “Mr. Todel, I’m Jules Taylor. A big fan of your work.”