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anyway？　Someone　who　wanted　to　be　an　astronaut？　She　wished　Owen　had　said　his　wife　hadn？t

gone　to　college　at　all；　but　that　she　just　sat　around　watching　dog　shows　on　TV　and　eating　Krispy

Kreme　donuts。　That　in　the　end　she？d　weighed　five　hundred　pounds　and　he？d　been　forced　to　sleep

in　the　guest　bedroom　until　eventually　moving　out　altogether。　There　just　hadn？t　been　room　for　him

anymore。

Blair　flipped　over　to　AMC；　her　favorite　classic　movie　channel。Casablanca　；　starring　Ingrid

Bergman　and　Humphrey　Bogart；　was　almost　halfway　through。　The　Germans　had　just　invaded

Paris　and　Ingrid　was　frightened。

She　settled　back　on　the　pillows；　missing　the　way　her　long　hair　used　to　fan　out　around　her　face　in

a　way　she　imagined　must　have　been　irresistible。　？Sometimes　I　pretend　I？m　living　in　those　times；？

she　told　Owen　dreamily。　？It　just　seems　so　much　more　sophisticated；　you　know？　No　one　wears

jeans；　everyone　is　so　polite；　and　all　the　women　have　the　best　hair…styles。？

？Yeah；　but　there　was　a　war。　A　big　one；？　Owen　reminded　her。　He　wiped　his　mouth　on　a　white

linen　napkin　and　settled　back　against　the　pillows　beside　her。

？So？？　Blair　insisted。　？It　was　still　better。？

Owen　reached　for　her　hand　and　Blair　shifted　her　gaze　away　from　the　TV　to　study　his

profile。　？You　know　you　look　exactly　like　Cary　Grant？？　she　whispered。

？You　think？？　Owen　turned　his　head　to　look　at　her；　his　blue　eyes　smoldering　sexily。

？I　cut　my　hair　to　look　like　Audrey　Hepburn；？　Blair　admitted。　She　turned　on　her　side　and　rested

her　head　against　his　manly　chest　in　its　crisp　white　shirt。　？We　could　be　Audrey　and　Cary。？

Owen　kissed　her　hair　and　squeezed　her　hand　gently。　？Here？s　looking　at　you；　kid；？　he　murmured。

With　his　free　hand　he　began　to　rub　her　back　and　Blair　could　feel　his　gold　wedding　band　knock

against　the　bumps　in　her　spine。

Outside　the　snow　was　falling　harder　than　ever。　Blair　watched　it　fall；　unable　to　relax。　It　was　sort　of

impossible　not　to　think　about　Owen？s　genius　astronaut　wife；　sitting　home　alone　as　she　wrote　out

impossible　astronomical　equations　on　a　blackboard；　all　the　while　wondering　about　her　husband。

Even　if　Blair　and　Owen　did　look　exactly　like　Audrey　Hepburn　and　Cary　Grant；　Blair　was　pretty

sure　the　nice　girls　Audrey　played　didn？t　lose　their　virginities　in　hotel　rooms　with　married　older

men；　no　matter　how　deep　the　snow　got。　Why　not　end　the　film　here；　while　it　was　still　good？

Owen　was　breathing　deeply　now　and　had　stopped　rubbing　her　back。　As　soon　as　Blair　was　sure　he

was　asleep；　she？d　slip　out　the　door　and　ask　the　concierge　downstairs　to　call　her　a　car　home。　After

all；　she　had　a　reputation　to　maintain。　And　it　wasn？t　like　she　was　ditching　him。

The　best　way　to　keep　a　guy　intrigued　is　to　disappear。

some　girls　have　all　the　fun