“Sold to Mr. Anthony Winter!” the auctioneer calls to the sound of applause. I just stare at him. Anthony turns to me. “Well, you recommended it.” I just blink at him. “It’s a woman’s watch.” “So it’ll make an excellent gift,” he says, lowering his voice. “Think about the monkeys, Summer.” “Right. You’re very generous.” “That’s exactly it,” he says. “And now they’ll all remember it.”
These two just bounce off each other so well
