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just hang out,” I say with a wide smile.
    “Okay, I have to go get dressed. I’ll see you later at dinner,” he says curtly, pushing back his chair, getting ready to leave. “By the way, I left some things for you on your desk,” he tells me.
    I stand up myself and cheekily say, “Bye, dear.” He grins and walks back to his room to change.
    I occupy myself with cleaning up. I turn on the computer in the kitchen, log in to my Pandora account, and start listening to my favorite tunes while I wash the dishes and pans. I wonder how people managed to do their tasks before the internet changed everything. I smile at the thought of everyone humming and drumming their fingers.
    When I’m done, I hear the muffled sound of a door closing. Ahh – my husband is off to work. Truly ironic that I belong to Generation Z, and yet somehow got stuck in an arrangement that is so last century.
    I sigh for no particular reason. I want to call Paige, but my cell phone is in the room so I go to retrieve it. On my desk is a brown envelope marked with my name. I recognize Jake’s bold, masculine style of writing. Inside the envelope is a short note:
     
    Emma,
    Enclosed are a debit card and credit card for your use. You’ll need to go to the branch on Magnolia to change your Pin. Just sign the credit card and it’s good to go.
    The keys are for your car. I had someone deliver it early this morning. Drive safe!
    Jake
     
    How did he manage to get the cards and the car in the matter of a day? He must have done all of this before we got married. Should it bother me that he was that sure?
    I look at the cards and they both bear my new name: Emma Morgan. He must be an important client at the bank to be able to do this. I don’t know what I should feel. I mean, obviously, I’m very thankful for his generosity. But, at the same time, I don’t feel right accepting his money. I put the cards inside my wallet and resolve to use them only when absolutely necessary.
    But wait, he did say car, right? My old car was a Corolla with a mileage reading of 250,000. The last repair estimate was so high that Charlie ended up donating it to Wheels for Wishes. I was using Charlie’s old pick-up while he was confined. I excitedly rush out to see what Jake has gotten me. I find a brand new platinum graphite Infiniti Q70 parked by the front door. Oh my freaking…
    What is Jake thinking? This car is at least fifty grand. I know it’s packed with a navigation and sound system that’s state-of-the-art. And its interiors are flawless, of course. This is too, too much. I don’t know if I should be grateful or really annoyed. He’s doing it again. I need a car, true. But this is way beyond your regular means of transportation. After a few minutes of doing the pros and cons, I finally decide it’s just not worth the aggravation of hurting his feelings, or even getting him riled up.
    So I send him a brief text message: “Saw the cards. Going shopping right now. (joke). Was sorely tempted to chuck the keys. Decided to be gracious and say thank you instead. I’m taking you for a ride when you come home. :)”
    I call Paige and she answers after only two rings. “Em! What was it like? No, no… don’t tell me. Tell me at lunch. Are we meeting at the usual place?” When Paige starts talking, it’s hard to get a word in edgewise.
    “For sure. Elevenish?”
    “I’ll be there. Bring pictures,” she instructs me.
    “Sorry, we just have one and it’s stored in Jake’s phone.”
    “Emma, you’re so useless!” She sounds rather peeved. Paige is a scrapbook kind of gal. She saves torn tickets and pressed roses, so it’s understandable that she’s disappointed with my answer. “Fine… just give me all the rosy details when we meet.”
    After I hang up, I decide to dress up a little. I want Paige to think that marriage agrees with me. That way, she’ll stop hounding me with her trick questions. I don’t put on my usual jeans and top. Instead, I opt for