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Show 215 "Merry Christmas." It was a pair of cuff links and a tie clasp-she held her breath, he was so difficult to buy for! even more fussy than she was in her dress. But his eyes lit up when he saw them, he was pleased. And she, even more pleased than he was. He was wearing a button cuff shirt, but he did put on the clasp, he really did like it. It went well with his tie. "There," he said, sitting up high and looking in the mirror. "It looks fine," she said pleased. "I hope you brought a scarf." He started the car. She had; she removed it from her purse and tied it down over her hair. This morning she had taken an extra twenty minutes to put her hair up in a French roll, knowing when she had awakened with the sun on her bedroom curtains that he would have the top down. As he pulled away, she glanced in the mirror-her earrings looked chic, even with the scarf. No, especially with the scarf, she decided. The traffic was light, even on the freeway, he relaxed at the wheel. It would be a nice drive, the aunt and grandmother lived down in Santa Ana, almost an hour away. He had phoned last night, Robbie said, their cousins would be there. They had not seen the oldest daughter, Lynn, in several years, since she was in high school, before she had run off to get married. She was back home now, Robbie said, with her two girls. She had left her husband, whom they had never seen. "It's hard to imagine Lynn having kids," Robbie said. Lynn was only a few months older than he was, they had been playmates as children. "Yes," Sharon said. "Yes, it is hard to imagine." "I got the girls a couple of stuffed animals. A tiger and an |
