The Things You Do for Love

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“Come! Look!”

Arthur pulled Genevieveย toward the window.

“Come, I’ve been working on this for weeks. Got the thing off Ebay and fixed it up… for you.”

She peeked out the shop window. There, on the sidewalk of all places, sat a tiny car, not much bigger than a child’s ride-on toy, brilliantly painted in a rainbow of swirls. Was that a garden on the roof?ย Her jaw dropped open.

“You like it?” He was practically jumping up and down.

“Aw, Arthur, I don’t know what to say.”

“Come, let’s go for a ride,” he said, grabbing her hand.

She looked at the car in all of its hideous glory, then at ย Arthur, smiling broadly, his blue eyes twinkling. Oh, the things you do for love!

“Let’s go,” she said, hoping none of the neighbors were watching.