They're
cheerful, mostly. Practical. The women can't wear jewelry."
"Keeps them in their place," Jennifer said.
"Wedding rings are about it," Oliver said.
Jennifer cleared her throat loudly.
"Oh, yeah . . ." Oliver said. "We should do something about that--once
you get your divorce."
"Was that a proposal?" She smiled appealingly.
"Sure--you don't mean church and all that?"
"No, Silly."
Oliver was relieved. "City Hall," Jennifer said. "We'll have a nice
dinner afterwards. Do something for us."
"F. Parker Reidy's," Oliver said. "Eat teriyaki and watch shoppers on
the snowy street."
"Wherever you like, Dear. Speaking of snow, we're lucking out--I
shouldn't have any problem getting to Wayland."
"How far is Wayland from Boston?"
"Depends on what time it is--half an hour, usually. I take 495 right
around the city, no problem. Umm . . . Sweetums?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you would do something for me. I know I'm being
awful, but--well--it's that snakeskin. It gives me a chill when I look
at it." She put one hand on her stomach. "It's so--deadly."
Oliver walked over to the steps and pulled out the thumb tacks that
held the snakeskin.
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