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Show 214 "Merry Christmas," she said happily, taking his arm as they walked to the car. She held it firmly in her hand, feeling the muscle of his bleep through the rich cloth of the suit, the slightest movement of it as they walked. She showed him the watch, telling of Oscar's card. He complimented her on it, he was impressed. "Say," he said, "That worked out well. I thought of buying you one. Now I'm glad I settled on something else." His convertible had just been waxed, the top was down, it looked like a million dollars sitting there in the sun. From the glove compartment, he removed a tiny package wrapped in shiny red Christmas paper. Excited, she tore off the wrapping: it was a pair of pearl drop earrings, with gold fasteners. "Oh, Robbie!" she kissed him on the cheek, "these are really nice!" Hurriedly, she replaced the cheap ones she had been wearing with these. "There," she said, bending over to see herself in the rearview mirror, shaking her head so they swayed, "how's that?" "Perfect. Just how I hoped they would look." He glanced at the rearview mirror, and pulled out his handkerchief- her lipstick had left a print on his cheek. "I'm sorry. Here," she took the handkerchief from him and dabbed off the smear. His cheek was smooth, he must have shaved within the hour, she couldn't resist giving it a little pinch. "Hey!" he jumped back in the seat, "hands off the merchandise." She laughed, he joined in laughing with her. "Now it's your turn," she took a package from her purse. "What's this?" he said unwrapping it. |