“Well,” George said. “It snowed.”
“I love the snow,” Amelia said. “It’s so beautiful out the window. So sparkly in the sunlight.”
“I have to drive in it,” George said. “It’s less beautiful when people are sailing off the road from black ice.”
“Oh, George,” Amelia said. “Maybe you can call in sick.”
“I can’t do it,” George replied. “I’m a terrible liar. It’s why I always get the Attendance Award at work.”
“Do you?” she asked.
“You know how I come home with a fruit basket once a year?” he asked. “You can thank my inability to lie. Rain or shine, snow or hail, I go to work. And in return, I get bragging rights and a fruit basket.”
Amelia was glad George couldn’t lie. It was one of the reasons she married him. But she sincerely hoped their car stayed on the road during the slippery first snow. She didn’t think it could survive a ditch!
The next morning, while snow fell softly outside the window, dampening all the sounds from the street except for the scrape of the snow plows, George woke up feeling terrible. He blamed wet feet and freezing air, and heat that didn’t work properly in their dilapidated car.
“Do we starve a cold and feed a fever?” Amelia asked. “Or do we feed a cold and starve a fever?”
“I have a fever and a cold,” George said.
“I think toast will help,” Amelia said. “And orange juice. And some loving care from your wife. You’re calling in sick, George.”
“There goes my Perfect Attendance fruit basket,” George said wearily.
“No one wants you to go cough on them,” Amelia said cheerily. “This will be a wonderful sick day! We’ll watch Netflix.”
George wished he had his wife’s enthusiasm for illness, but he had a feeling he was in good hands.
While George lay in bed feeling miserable, Amelia sat on the bed next to him with her computer, researching new cars. George was too sick to argue much.
“Now, I know you think I just want something pretty, but that isn’t true,” Amelia said. “I don’t want to impoverish us for a car. That’s silly. So I’m looking for what used cars are for sale in our area.”
“Good idea…” George murmured. “I wonder if I can take my NyQuil yet.”
“Not for another hour,” Amelia said. “Now, I came across something I would like a lot…” Amelia winced. “And it has very low mileage. It says it was owned by an old lady who never drove it. It sat in a garage for the last ten years.”
“That’s promising,” George said, opening his eyes.
“There’s one teeny tiny drawback,” she said. “Okay, maybe two teeny tiny drawbacks.”
“What are they?” George asked.
“It’s pink.”
George sighed. “Not pink…”
“And it has bunny ears and tail…”
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