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Jan. 13th, 2005 09:34 pmIt's a surprise.
And he's done what he can. Beth can call him a good detective, a nosy son of a bitch, or even good at details when he puts his mind to it. She can call him a green-haired bounty hunter with a bad attitude, or an ex-killer, or whatever she wants: he's going to love her anyhow.
He sets the notebook on the center of the bed and he's come up with a ribbon and bow to put on it. Finally done writing up space travel stories and just in time. And next to it, a bottle of champagne and a pair of champagne flutes and a bowl of strawberries.
He leads Beth in with her eyes shut.
"You can open your eyes now, Slim. Happy birthday."
And he's done what he can. Beth can call him a good detective, a nosy son of a bitch, or even good at details when he puts his mind to it. She can call him a green-haired bounty hunter with a bad attitude, or an ex-killer, or whatever she wants: he's going to love her anyhow.
He sets the notebook on the center of the bed and he's come up with a ribbon and bow to put on it. Finally done writing up space travel stories and just in time. And next to it, a bottle of champagne and a pair of champagne flutes and a bowl of strawberries.
He leads Beth in with her eyes shut.
"You can open your eyes now, Slim. Happy birthday."
