From behind her back, Sarah brought out a set of Matchbox cars, which she handed to Jonah.
“What's this for?” He asked.
“I just wanted you to have something to play with while you're here,” she said. “Do you like them?”
He stared at the box. “This is great! Dad . . . look.” He held the box in the air.
“I see that. Did you say thanks?”
“Thank you, Miss Andrews.”
“You're welcome.”
As soon as Miles approached, Sarah stood again and greeted him with a kiss. “I was just kidding, you know. You look nice, too. I'm not used to seeing you wearing a jacket and tie in the middle of the afternoon.” She fingered his lapel slightly. “I could get used to this.”
“Thank you, Miss Andrews,” he said, mimicking his son.

Author: Nicholas Sparks

From behind her back, Sarah brought out a set of Matchbox cars, which she handed to Jonah.<br />“What's this for?” He asked.<br />“I just wanted you to have something to play with while you're here,” she said. “Do you like them?”<br />He stared at the box. “This is great! Dad . . . look.” He held the box in the air.<br />“I see that. Did you say thanks?”<br />“Thank you, Miss Andrews.”<br />“You're welcome.”<br />As soon as Miles approached, Sarah stood again and greeted him with a kiss. “I was just kidding, you know. You look nice, too. I'm not used to seeing you wearing a jacket and tie in the middle of the afternoon.” She fingered his lapel slightly. “I could get used to this.”<br />“Thank you, Miss Andrews,” he said, mimicking his son. - Nicholas Sparks




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