“That's what I thought about you.”
She raised her face to his. “What?”
“Where did you go?”
“Oh, Russell… you've shaved.”
“Where did you go? When I woke up you were gone.”
She smiled at him and turned her head to the bed, pointing. “Look what I have. Oh, I have lots of pretty things.”
He saw the sack, an extra large grocery sack, its brown seams bulging with whatever was packed and crammed inside it. “What is it?”
She released him then, straightened up from him and ran over to the bed, to dump the contents of the sack across the rumpled sheet. He stared half-believing at her loot.
“Mother of Moses! Why do you keep picking up that junk? You can't eat it.”
“They're mine! I'm going to keep them, keep them all!” She dipped her fingers into the pile of jewelry, letting the pieces trickle sensuously through her fingers. “Aren't they pretty, Russell?”