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323 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2003
Kate walked over to the gift table and placed her box from Tiffany's right in the center. She knew it wouldn't be the only one there wrapped in distinctive robin's-egg blue, but she was fairly certain the beautiful cut-glass bowl would be the only gift that actually came from Tiffany's. Those blue boxes were often more highly prized than the contents they carried and were passed around over and over, filled with gifts from Bed Bath & Beyond or Pottery Barn.
"The ring box slipped out of his pocket. I saw it all happening in slow motion. The ring box fell over and over and over. The ring flies out of the box and he scrambles to retrieve it. I'm as frozen as a Swanson TV dinner, and I see the ring skid across the floor, and that stupid bitch hostess bends all the way over and picks it up. I just sat there, like the turkey dinner that I am, and I realize that Jack, on the floor, can see up the woman's skirt--well, it was so short, and she bent right over. And she isn't wearing any underwear."
"What?" all three said in collective amazement.
"The bitch!" Elliot and Brice said simultaneously.
"Yeah, the beautiful, thin, exotic bitch," Bina agreed bitterly. "I wanted to scream, why don't you just take the damn ring back from her and ask me to marry you? But, nothing. The man just sat there and looked down and finished eating his fucking chicken Rangoon."