Nolan said as the cab moved through the falling snow and the brightly lit streets. “This is really nice.” “No, it isn’t,” Reese said. Actually, it was. Nolan was pressed warm against her and if she forgot everything that had happened and repressed all her common sense, it was almost like they were together again, and that felt good. Pathetic, she thought, but she didn’t move away from him. “What’s in the other bag?” Nolan said, looking into her first shopping bag. “Is that a cow?” “Yes,” Trudy said. “It says, ‘Eat chicken,’ when you pull its string.” He looked at her in disbelief, and she said, “Well, earlier in the evening that was hysterically funny.” “It is funny,” Reese said, tightening his arm around her. “It’s very funny.” Nolan frowned. “I hadn’t figured you for the stuffed-animal-giving type,” he said, taking the lanky spotted cow out of the bag. “Really,” Trudy said coolly. I hadn’t figured you for the grave-disappointment type.
