You’ll have to take me to cocktail parties more often,” he replied with a laugh.“It’s just, well, I mean, I knew you worked at a bank, Sue tol... me that. I simply figured you were some sort of branch manager or something. You know banks, they hand out titles like candy!”“I was, once, about thirty years ago.”“So, how’d you get into the banking business, anyway?” she asked.“It just kind of happened. After Millie and I got married, I still didn’t want to go to work in the coal mines, so we up and. Their topless friend had been out sunbathing when they came back through Warsaw, but while Danny was watching, Josh only caught a glimpse, because he had been checking out the mobile home. It was indeed a "For Sale" sign he'd seen in the window. At the speed they'd been going, it was difficult to tell much more; there was no telling what kind of shape it was in, but clearly, it was worth a run to Warsaw for a closer look. Warsaw was probably the best place locally to go looking, anyway; a lot. “Yes, Jonathan. Earrings?”“Leave them on, too. Did you insert your diaphragm?”“Yes, Jonathan.”When she had hung her clothes in the closet, he brought her three packages wrapped in Christmas paper. Two of them were the same odd shape, the third was long and thin. “This,” he said, “is the third day of Christmas. The song calls for three French hens.” He handed her one of the odd-shaped packages. “The first French hen.”She unwrapped a ping-pong paddle. It had rubber on one side and sandpaper on. " He reached into his pocket, and withdrew a jewelry box. He held it out in front of her, and opened it. Inside was a perfect, one-carat, diamond ring."Sophia Daniels," Warren said, "will you marry me?"Sophia couldn't speak. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, as she stared at the ring. "Oh my God," she whispered. Her hands were shaking as she looked from the ring to Warren's expectant face, and the hint of tears formed in her eyes. Suddenly, she launched herself at Warren and wrapped her.