“What is it? Not because—”
“No. Naw, not this.” He indicated the spot on the floor where the TV had shattered. “I’ll—I’ll—I’ve got to square that away later. I—” again the smile, “never got you a wedding present cause I just couldn’t think of anything, but when I went out it hit me. Open it.”
Linda hefted the box. Shook it. “What is this?”
“Open it.”
Gingerly she untaped the wrapping paper. “What is it?” Her brow furrowed as she looked at the picture.
“It’s a Bell Star.”
“A ... a helmet?”
“Two. I bought one for me, too.”
“A motorcycle helmet?!”
“Yeah. And look what else I got.” He went back to the sofa, brought back a large flat box.
“Tony?!” Linda couldn’t imagine what was in his mind.
“Open it.” He drew out the words.
Again she carefully unwrapped the paper, opened the box. T
