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The skull and bones cufflinks betrayed me. I was at the far end of the bar when she arrived. She didn't walk so much as she floated. And she didn't so much float as she somewhat swirled like smoke from a Nat Sherman with lipstick on the kiss. She billowed into the room like a curtain on an October Sunday. I looked up immediately. I didn't see her so much as I sensed her. Knew she was there. Knew she'd arrived. I was all tortoiseshell and topcoat. She was all Tudor; green and white, bright face, artists hands, sleepy, all-knowing eyes betrayed her coy little girl smile. She made that perfectly quilted Brooks Brothers field coat look like a motorcycle jacket. That's just what she did to stuff. When she wore a tie she looked dangerous. But she didn't know it. Like she truly had no idea how hot she was. How alluring. How mysterious. All brass snaps and Bemberg. Front patch pockets with suede trim. Hands that walked a mile with eyes that had traveled the world but a face like a little girl playing in the grass not far from Democracy Boulevard. But what did I know? I couldn't tell you Burning Tree Country Club from Kenwood. I was lost in her hair, her stare, her here, her there, her everywhere. We kissed in Tenleytown. Made love near McLean. By the time we got to Adams Morgan we were married. Had kids near Barnaby Woods. It was postcard perfect. Fuck was I glad I'd worn those cufflinks that day. But that's only the beginning. If you really wanna know the story, I'd have to tell you about the umbrella that changed my life. Maybe some other time. I gotta run...