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"Me?" said Janet. She sounded surprised. "There's nothing to think about me. Maybe Terri, now she's going to be a great model, will hire me as housekeeper or something."
"You're a model, too."
"Look, mister. Her voice was rough. "Stop kidding me, will you. I'm sorry. I can take most anything, but not that—not kidding about..."
I turned and caught her by the shoulders, swinging her around to face me. "Listen, you were a good model. You can still wear clothes. A plastic surgeon, and I know a good one, can do wonders with that face..."
"Austin, no, please; you're just trying to be kind. I've given up. Don't start me dreaming about the impossible."
"You fool," I said. "You haven't given up. If you hadn't trailed me from that cab, I'd be dead. You never give up."
"I don't want your gratitude."
"It isn't gratitude," I said. "Why'd you trail me from that cab when I told you not to?"
She spoke without thinking.
"Because I didn't want you hurt. I was afraid..."
"All right," I said. "You didn't want me hurt, and I certainly don't want to say anything to hurt you. You're the smartest, dearest, best..."
She tried to stop me but I made her listen, and I finally made her believe that I meant it.
The surgeon was wonderful and I'm glad for her, but for my part, it wouldn't have mattered. I don't care what she looks like, I know what she is underneath, in her heart, and in her mind.
Beautiful women are my business, but I don't want to take them home with me. I like to go home to my wife, and Janet is the best wife a man ever had.
THE END!
