"A Renoir? No, I don't think so. Maybe I'd make a good Picasso?" You make a funny face at him, sticking your tongue out.He laughs, and leans forward t... give you a kiss. You stop him, reminding him of the lipstick."Hey, wait!" he says. "That's perfect. Stay there." And he turns the camera around, and starts taking pictures of you. He has you cross your legs, and hold the wine glass on your lap, both hands wrapped around the stem. He takes the picture, then tells you to tilt the glass forward, so. Sherry added, "It will make him smell better, too." Do I smell bad?" I asked."Yes, Husband," Lena answered, "when your body is working to heal itself, it makes you smell bad." Thank you for bathing me my sweet wife," I told her. "I love you."She smiled and said she was glad to be my wife, and that she meant to have me cured and just like new.The apples and pears ripened, and we picked and stored as many as we had. We had yellow and red apples and wonderful soft pears. I was used to hard pears. Discretion assured. Box C123, Chicago, Illinois.Yes... about the same age and same background, married and everything, Cindy thought. And they'll keep it a secret, and they're all the way in Chicago... What harm could be done in trying? What could go wrong? Who could get hurt, and it just might be the one thing to wring Howard and myself back together. I've got nothing to lose except a few cents worth of postage!Now fired with seal to carry out her plan, Cindy rapidly dressed in a bright yellow. Was ... was it anything we did?" No," Hanna said, smiling and shaking her head. "It's just..." she took Jenny's hand. "I can't do that anymore. I need to be in a town or city. I want to start a life." Don glanced at Jenny, who nodded."I'll take care of her. Between what she's extorted from the fashion fiends and my cut of the last job, we can easily set up here, or elsewhere." When you finally decide," Don said, "let us know. We'll miss you." He turned, and the group continued its ambling.