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“There is something I’d like to get you though.”

“A marriage is not a gift Elliott,” she teased.

She was close.

“No, no. I know you won’t agree to that.” As a side note, “If you’re not careful, I’ll stop asking.........No, I want to give you an actual gift. Something concrete.”

If I could just get her to agree to wear it.

“Something real you say?” She asked suspiciously, one eyelid close.

“Something real. I promise.”

“Gimme’ a hint.”

This was good, she was warming to the idea.

“Well, it’s smaller than a bread box.”

She laughed. Laughing was a very good sign.

“It’s beautiful,” I continued. “Like you.”

“Awww, go on.”

“It is something I’ve been dying to give you since the day I met you outside Mrs. Kitt’s class.”

“These are horrible clues. I have absolutely no idea what it could be.”

“You give up?”

“Would you even tell me if I guessed it?”

“Probably not,” I said.

Absolutely not.

“Then I give up,” she conceded.

She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her right cheek. I fought so desperately to keep my feelings about my gift to myself. She was trying to emotionally pry it out of me.

ded toward the double doors.

“More like Fred and Wilma,” she said.

“What was that?”

“Forgive me. ‘Airplane’ was on last night.”

“Surely, you must be joking,” I chortled.

“I’m not joking and stop calling me Shirley,” she laughed.

“Uh oh,” I said.

“I’m stopping.”

I waved my hand for Jesse and Taylor to come to our table. They stopped, whispered something to each other and decided to join us. Jules was as cool as a cucumber, probably because I had my hand at the back of her chair and I was cupping the nape of her neck. We lounged in our chairs as if we didn’t have a care in the world. Jules yawned. I promised myself that I’d let her know that it was a nice touch. Taylor and Jesse sat opposite us at the round table we occupied by ourselves.

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