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Forty-five minutes later, Monie and I are out the door and heading to the Cavalry Country Club. My wife is in a dazzling strapless ruby gown with a slit up one side, and she’s wearing the diamond pearl drop necklace I gave her for our anniversary last year. As I drive, I catch her looking me up and down from the corner of my eye. She has her hair piled up and there’s a strategic corkscrew lock hanging down one side. Her sparkling brown eyes are accented with light blue eye shadow. Cherry-red lipstick completes the look that’s sending me to all sorts of places in my head.
“Like what you see?” I say to her.
“Very much,” she replies.
I glance to see a smile on her face. It’s not often I shimmy myself into a monkey suit, and I have to admit, I’m not looking too bad tonight. She drape
