A Red Rust-Bucket and the Holy Family

“Are you sure?”

            “Yes,” I replied.

“No, I mean, are you really sure you want to do this?” 

            “Yes,” I replied again, starting to smile.

“Thank you!” She said with a slight downward glance and yet with a smile. And with that she reached out and took the envelope from my hand, and together we walked out of my house.
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