She dropped into the seat very quietly, but her blouse touched his arm. In her hand was a punched ticket with the orange of Mars on top and the black of Mercury on the bottom.
"Hello, Bruce," Sheila said softly. "I've been shopping and I spent the money the man gave me. This is all I have left. Do you think it's worth it? Or should I take it back?"
He turned it over in his hands slowly, and the smile came back to his face gradually.
"You got a bargain, Cuddles," he said. "A lot better than the meal ticket you bought. Let's keep it."