“There! How’s that?” Mike asked, giving his latest acquisition
a small adjustment. It was a painting of a swinging club scene. He smiled as he
looked over at his partner, awaiting her reaction.
“It’s nice, Mike, but…”
“But what?”
“I don’t know—it doesn’t really fit, does it?”
“What do you mean? All of my décor is retro.”
“Yeah, but your style is more 1940s noir. This is more—1920s
jazz age.”
“Nah! I think it’s great. It reminds me of those early films
like with Bogart.”
“Who starred in classic 1940s noir like The Maltese
Falcon.” Mike quieted for a moment in deep thought and Victoria laughed.
“My point exactly.”
“Whatever! I’m keeping it!”
