Resuscitate you if necessary.” She joked.
He had the body of a twenty-one year old. Stephanie would know. A month before she’d met Harlan, she danced with a twenty-one year all night at her favorite bar.
“Aren’t you glad you kept working out on that Stairmaster?” Harlan asked, just one step behind her.
“Yes,” she said, careful not to say too much, so she didn’t sound breathless and out of shape.
At the second floor, they saw the elevator to the third, and Harlan pushed the button.
“We can’t climb any further. They don’t have steps to third floor,” Stephanie said.
“We don’t need to climb to the top. We’ll take an elevator to the top. Like a 90’s startup company.”
They reached the 3 rd floor and immediately went to the champagne bar.
“Tomorrow, you can pick out any apartment in Paris you want,” he said.
“I know you’re going to say, ‘I may not buy it. But you can pick out any apartment you want.’”
“Do you know what’s wrong with you?” He asked.
“I know you too well.” She suggested.
“No. Nothing is wrong with you, Stephanie.” He lifted his glass of champagne to her lips and smiled.
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He had the body of a twenty-one year old. Stephanie would know. A month before she’d met Harlan, she danced with a twenty-one year all night at her favorite bar.
“Aren’t you glad you kept working out on that Stairmaster?” Harlan asked, just one step behind her.
“Yes,” she said, careful not to say too much, so she didn’t sound breathless and out of shape.
At the second floor, they saw the elevator to the third, and Harlan pushed the button.
“We can’t climb any further. They don’t have steps to third floor,” Stephanie said.
“We don’t need to climb to the top. We’ll take an elevator to the top. Like a 90’s startup company.”
They reached the 3 rd floor and immediately went to the champagne bar.
“Tomorrow, you can pick out any apartment in Paris you want,” he said.
“I know you’re going to say, ‘I may not buy it. But you can pick out any apartment you want.’”
“Do you know what’s wrong with you?” He asked.
“I know you too well.” She suggested.
“No. Nothing is wrong with you, Stephanie.” He lifted his glass of champagne to her lips and smiled.
Copyright © 2012 Mary Matthews United States of America
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted by any means – whether auditory, graphic, mechanical, or electronic – without written permission by the author, except in the case of brief excerpts used in critical articles and reviews. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this work is illegal and is punishable by law.
www.splendidsummer.com
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