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[beautiful_ann]

Christmas Eve in New York City is beautiful, particularly with the light snow falling tonight.

Ann is up in her room, touching up her makeup and nervously primping.

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[jackdriscoll]

It's probably not usual to see nice cars where Ann lives, nor to see them park in front of that building. It's more unusual to see someone as well-known as Jack Driscoll drive up in a nice car, park, and honk the horn. People may stare. Jack Driscoll doesn't care.

[beautiful_ann]

She starts, heads to the window, and grins, waving.

Whether or not he can see her from her second-floor window is debatable, but not particularly important. She grabs her long tan coat and heads for the stairs.

And then darts back to her rooms to grab her purse, and then heads for the stairs, and then darts back to the room to put something in the purse, and then heads for the stairs, and then darts back the room to take something else out of the purse, and . . .

She'll be down in a minute.

[jackdriscoll]

Jack waves back, fully expecting Ann to be down in a few seconds.

When those few seconds turn into a few minutes, Jack becomes a mite concerned. If he leans over the wheel enough to peer into her room, maybe he can use the psychic powers concealed within his worried eyebrows to lure her down!

[beautiful_ann]

Here she comes! That wasn't that long, was it?

She leans over a little to peer in the window. "Hi."