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61. If You Really Love Me…
It was only a ’93 Lincoln, but he
it. Not a ding on it. Only 75,000
, even though it was 14 years old. The
seats were like new, as was the headliner.
the bells and whistles worked, including the cruise
and the power seats and mirrors. It even
14 miles per gallon. What was not to
She hated it. She hated it because she
he loved his car more than he loved
. “We can’t go anywhere because all you do
worry about what will happen to your car,”
complained. “The last time we went shopping, after
hour you stopped talking and listening to me.
had that long face. I knew what you
“What was I thinking about?” he
“You were thinking about your Lincoln!” She continued, “
we went out to the parking lot, you
all around it to check for fresh dings.
, when you saw none, you unlocked the car
got in. As usual, you didn’t open the
for me because you were so busy adjusting
airflow out of the dashboard vents.”
that to make you feel comfortable,” he said.
you really want to make me comfortable,” she
, “sell this car.”