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Chapter Seven

The next day Bosley called Jonathan. "Sabrina and I would like to take you out to dinner."

"That's not necessary," Jonathan objected.

"I know, but she feels that since you've both been so good to us that we owed you something. I tried to talk her out of it but it was no use," he teased.

Jonathan laughed. "Remind me never to argue with her."

"So you and Jennifer will come?"

"How can I refuse such an invitation? Why don't we get those pictures taken before we leave?"

"Sounds good. See you about six?"

"Very good."

Bosley hung up.

"Are they coming?" Sabrina asked.

"They are," Bosley answered. "Remember to bring your camera."

"Now you have a reason to wear your suit."

"What? Let me call them back and cancel." He made a move to grab the phone.

"Come on," she objected, laughing. "You look very sexy in it."

"Oh?" His eyebrows rose in surprise. "Maybe I should wear a suit more often."

"And I can wear the dress I brought."

"You surpass me every time, even in jeans."

She blushed, unused to compliments from him.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you."

She studied the ground awkwardly. "Thanks for the compliment."

"I guess I don't say it enough, but I figured you get tired of hearing how great you are all the time."

"How great I am?" She repeated, startled.

"Sure. You're beautiful, smart, talented - "

"But I'm not," she interrupted, totally flustered.

"Not what?" Now he was confused.

"Any of those things," she elaborated.

"Of course you are. I've never met anyone like you before. You're so full of - energy. I feel ten years younger just watching you."

"Stop that. You're pretty special yourself, you know. I wouldn't have been able to deal with half of this stuff if you weren't here."

"Sure you would," he said confidently.

She shook her head. "No, I wouldn't. I feel so comfortable around you. I always have."

"I hope you always feel that way."

She kissed him on the cheek. "I'd better get ready."

"You've got three hours yet," he protested.

"I know. I can take my time this way." She disappeared into the bathroom.

He laughed and sat down on the couch, picking up the newspaper.

About an hour later she emerged in a bathroom. "Bathroom's free."

"Thanks," he said, not looking up.

"Anything interesting?"

"Not really. A bank robbery the other day."

"Really?" She asked curiously, sitting on the sofa beside him. "Where?"

"The Bank of America in Century City. They even have a picture taken from one of the security cameras." He held the paper out to her. "You want to read it?"

"Sure. I have a few minutes."

He passed the paper over. "You want a drink?"

She nodded, finding the story. "Scotch and soda?"

"Sure." He went to the bar and mixed them drinks.

Sabrina was reading the newspaper for a few minutes, then exclaimed suddenly, "I've seen them before!"

"Who?" Bosley asked, confused.

"The bank robbers."

He came back over to her side and put her drink on the table beside her. He skimmed the article over her shoulder. "James Wilson and Jack Josephs are the suspects," he surmised, studying the picture in the newspaper. "Bri, the picture's pretty blurry. Even the police aren't positive it's them. They're only suspects. The bank was closed during the robbery. There were no witnesses. This is the only evidence they have."

"I know what it says," she said in annoyance. "I've still seen them before."

He sighed. "Where did you see them?"

"I don't remember."

"Were they the ones who chloroformed you?"

"I don't know," she thought furiously. "They got me from behind. I know I've seen them before."

"Are you sure?" He asked dubiously.

"I'm not imagining things!" She protested defensively.

"I didn't say you were," he said placatingly. "All I asked was if you were sure."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. Yes, I'm sure." She thought hard for a minute. "I'm pretty sure."

"Don't let it bother you. It'll come to you when you least expect it."

"I hope so. This is driving me crazy." She took a sip of her drink and stood up. "I'd better get dressed."

"So soon?"

"Well, I don't know where're going. Besides, I still have to put on my make-up."

"You don't need any make-up," he said gallantly.

"A little bit never hurts." She took her drink and went into the bedroom.

An hour and a half later he was standing in the living room in a navy blue, three-piece suit. "Are you almost ready?" He called loudly, not understanding what was taking so long. She started an hour before him and here he was, waiting.

"Just a minute," she called out from her bedroom.

He looked at his watch. "I don't want to be late."

"We still have time."

"Not if you're taking those pictures we don't."

She came out wearing an aqua dress made of chiffon. "How do I look?" She asked, modeling.

"Stunning. Well worth the wait."

She curtsied. "Well, thank you, sir. You look very dashing yourself."

"I can't take any credit there. You picked the suit."

"Still, you're quite a figure all dressed up."

"Thank you. You have your camera?"

She patted her purse. "Right here."

"Good. Let's go."

They left, Bosley carrying the gift. They reached the main house and knocked on the front door.

Jennifer answered. "Come in."

They went inside.

"Sabrina, you look ravishing," Jonathan commented.

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Jonathan said to Bosley.

"Leave him alone," Jennifer called, coming to stand between them. "He looks very handsome."

"Thank you," Bosley replied, handing the package to Jennifer.

"Thank you," she said. "What is it?"

"Open it," Sabrina prompted.

"All right." She opened the package and saw the punch bowl with matching glasses. "They're beautiful!"

"They sure are," Jonathan agreed. "Sabrina must have picked it out."

"As a matter of fact she did," Bosley said honestly, "but I'm the one who remembered that Jennifer liked Waterford."

"You didn't have to get us anything," Jennifer protested.

"We wanted to," Sabrina replied. "It was the least we could do."

"All right," Jonathan said. "Let's get these pictures taken."

"Where would you like us to pose?" Jennifer asked.

"Anywhere," Sabrina commented. "But who'll take the picture?"

"I will," Bosley volunteered.

"I wanted all of us to be in it," Sabrina protested in disappointment.

"Maybe we can catch Max before he leaves," Jonathan said. "Max!" He called loudly.

Max came out of the kitchen. "Yes, Mr. H?"

"Would you take a picture of us, please?"

"A picture?" Max repeated, bewildered.

"For the young lady," Jonathan explained graciously.

"Sure," he agreed.

"Thanks, Max," Sabrina said, taking the camera out of her purse and handing it over to him.

After Max had taken the picture Bosley took the camera.

"Will you need anything else before I leave, Mr. H?"

"No, thanks, Max," Jonathan answered. "We didn't mean to hold you up."

"No problem. Mamie thinks I'm worth waiting for. Have a nice dinner." He smiled and walked back to the kitchen to get the rest of his things before he left.

"Thank you," they all chorused.

"Now it's my turn," Bosley said.

"For what?" Jennifer asked.

"She promised me a picture of herself," he explained. He turned to face her. "Smile!"

She smiled as he took the picture.

"One left," he said, handing the camera back to her.

"And I know just how to use it," she said, pointing it at him.

"I have a better idea," Jennifer countered. "Give me the camera."

Sabrina passed the camera over.

Jennifer pointed the camera at both of them. "Give me some sort of pose."

They hugged each other.

Jennifer snapped the picture.

"I want a copy of that one," Jonathan stated.

"Now are we ready to leave?," Bosley asked, ignoring him.

"We are," Jonathan answered. "Where are we going?"

"You'll have to wait and be surprised," Bosley said mysteriously.

"When are you going to develop the pictures?" Jennifer asked.

"I guess I'll have to wait until I get home," Sabrina answered. "I don't have any of my equipment here, and it would be too expensive to rent some."

"I have some things in the basement," Jennifer told her. "I tried photography and developing. I didn't do that well. Jonathan can bring it over to you tomorrow if you'd like."

"I can?" Jonathan repeated, only hearing the end of the conversation.

"You don't mind. Do you, darling?" Jennifer asked, surprised.

Jonathan turned to Bosley and smiled. "I love it when she talks like that." He turned back to face her. "Not at all."

"See?" Jennifer said to Sabrina. "That's settled."

They all left for the restaurant.

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