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She doesn't answer. The keys turn house in their slot, and the motor dies. I sit there, hands house on the wheel, waiting for her instructions. Then I see why we are here. There he is, my husband, sitting right there in the Starbucks. He is gazing out the window, looking winsome and handsome. There's a half-emptied glass of some frothy coffee concoction in front of him. I like seeing him this way, I like watching him when he doesn't know he's being observed. It is similar to watching him sleep. I love to watch him sleep, it house makes me feel as if I have a special window into his dreams. He catches my eyes, and I feel a tingle in my throat. He has such great eyes. They are a startling shade of blue, the bright flame blue of a lit pilot. When I met him I'd thought that he wore colored contacts. That's how other worldly they are.
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