Just for that I might not give you your present.”
Both intrigued and suspicious, she turned. “What present?” He opened his briefcase, took
out a box. “This present. But you may be too much of a smart-ass to deserve it.”
“Smart-asses need presents, too. Why did you get me a present?”
“Because you need it, smart-ass.” He handed it to her. “Open it.”
She admired the Wonder Woman wrapping and big red bow before ruthlessly tearing them
off. Then she frowned at the picture on the box. It looked like some sort of handheld computer
or oversized recorder. “What is it?”
“A time-saver. Here. I set it up already.” He opened the box, took out the device with a
gleam in his eye that told her the gift was something he wanted for himself.
“Instead of writing out lists,” he told her, “you do this. Push Record.” He did so, then said
eggs. “See?” He turned it around to show her the word eggs on a little display screen. “Then
you push the Select button, and it’s on the list.”