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Later That Night
They found Amanda’s car and Michael strapped her into the passenger seat. She dug in her purse
and found her keys. Smiling impishly, she said, “Now, you can’t stop somewhere and make
copies of these. I don’t want you to come over and visit me unexpectedly in the middle of the
night.”
Michael smiled, snapped his fingers, and said, “Darn! You read my mind. I guess I’ll have to
take you straight home.”
Michael reached for the keys but she pulled them back toward her until he was practically in her
seat. He looked at her sternly and, unexpectedly, she kissed him, and then she gave him the keys
as he shook his head wearily. Michael cranked the car and started driving her home. Bertha had
told Michael that Amanda and he lived a few blocks apart; so, when they were close to his place,
he slowed a bit.
“Amanda,” Michael said. “You need to tell me how to get to your place.”
“Okay.” She sang.
In about three minutes, they arrived at Amanda’s apartment complex. She directed Michael to
her parking space and, after he pulled into the space, he helped her out of her seat. They started
walking to her building; but, she kept stumbling until, finally, he picked her up and carried her to
the door of her building. With an arm around her waist, Michael guided/carried her through the
door. After a couple of attempts to help her walk up the stairs, Michael finally threw her over his
shoulder and, as she giggled impishly, carried her upstairs.
“Which door, Amanda?” Michael asked.