“Going on vacation?”
“I’m going home.” Her engagement ring sparkled in the light for a moment and she added, “Home is where the heart is.”
“Yeah, like that book I read in high school,” the guy said smiling, “ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.”
Angela didn’t get it, said, “I don’t get it.”
Then she noticed the guy staring at her chest.
“I like that pin,” he said, although she knew it wasn’t the pin that interested him.
She took a breath, expanding her bust for a couple of moments – why not make the poor guy’s day? – then she let the breath out slowly and said, “Thanks, it belonged to me mother, the only legacy she left. It represents our hands reaching out to each other. It’s my new good luck charm, I think.”
“Wow, that’s so cool,” the guy said. He must’ve polished that same glass, what, five times?
Angela finished the Jameson in one long gulp, said, “Ta,” and walked away, swinging her hips, her chest fully expanded.
Hey, you got it, you gotta strut it, right?
