The beauty of the unknown

The beauty of the unknown

Rebeca Hernández
Mónica Molina
Sandra Sorto
Carlos Vasquez
Keiser University Latin American Campus

Sentence Combining Exercise

Dr. Idell McLaughlin
January 31, 2019
 People tend to criticize others without even knowing how they are, as a common

axiom states, “do not judge a book by its cover.” Twenty years old Carlos Perez was born

in Nicaragua but lived in America. Carlos purchased his first car, a silver convertible

BMW. Hesitating, the well dressed, young man knocked on the large white door. Breathing

deeply, he waited a moment and knocked again louder and with more self-assurance.

While he was waiting at the door, he heard sounds and sharp footsteps on the other

side. An owl-eyed woman opened the door with a terry-cloth bathrobe and a towel on her

hair that was dripping water on the floor. Startled and scared, Carlos stood at the door

frozen for twenty seconds because he did not know what to say. He said stuttering. “I’m

Carlos Perez. I’m supposed to pick-up Rosa.” The woman stared at him and mumbled

something while turning her huge frame and pointing towards the couch in the untidy L-

shaped living room. While turning her huge frame and pointing toward the couch in the

untidy L-shaped living room, the woman stared at him and mumbled something. When he

moved the morning paper to make room, he sat on the couch and looked at the small puddle

that the woman left, he turned in time to see the bathrobe disappear around the corner and

heard the clop of a wedge-shaped heel Wedgies.

Wondering what her daughter would look like, he fearfully imagined an untidy and

ugly four feet short girl. Waiting and trembling in fear, Carlos thought of a previous blind

date as a tall, slender woman with a fuzzy dark-haired mustache. Soft footsteps that came

from the stairs almost startled him. Rosa appeared instantly as a pretty, young, petite girl,

with dark hair and dark bright dancing eyes.

Carlos smiled because Rosa was not at all like the older woman wearing a bathrobe,

Wedgies, and dripping water. Carlos, feeling relieved, was no longer nervous, and stood up
blurting out. “I’m Carlos Perez.” Carlos felt that he looked too anxious and foolish because

of his loud and an untidy slip of the tongue.