Charon's Crossing
"What?"
"Matthew, really, it's silly."
"And it's making you blush!"
"It isn't." Kathryn shot to her feet. "Come on outside. There's one last thing in the car, and I can't wait for you to see it. It's called a television set, and—what? Why are you shaking your head?"
"I'm not moving an inch until the mystery is solved."
"What mystery? Honestly, Matthew..."
"You bought yourself something that makes you turn pink even to think about, and now you won't tell me what it is."
"This is ridiculous!"
"Aye, we are in agreement on that. To pique a man's curiosity and then refuse to satisfy it is, indeed, ridiculous."
Kathryn put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot against the floor.
"Look, I bought a swim suit, all right? And—and now I've changed my mind about liking it. Okay? Are you satisfied?"
"Nay, I am the more confused. What is a swim suit?"
"It's a... a suit you wear to go swimming."
"A garment, you mean?"
"Yes," she said with relief. "That's right. Now, come help me get the TV out of—"
"What sort of garment?" He frowned. "I should think it would be cumbersome, even dangerous, to swim in a dress."
"No, no, it isn't a dress. It's just..." She waved her hands in front of her. "It's got two parts to it, a top and a bottom."
Matthew's gaze followed the movement of her hands. "A very small top and bottom, I take it," he said with interest.
"Look, I bought the damned thing by mistake, okay?"
"Temper, temper, Kathryn."
"I am not angry," she said through her teeth. "I'm just irritated that you won't leave this alone."
"Why did you purchase this garment if not to wear it?"
Kathryn threw out her arms and rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
"I don't believe this! A cross-examination, and all because—-"
"It is a reasonable question, sweetheart."
"I told you, I bought it in error."
"I assumed you bought it to swim in."
"I did. I thought, it's such a nice day... we could pack lunch and go down to the beach."
He smiled. "An excellent idea."
"You can wear a pair of those new denim shorts."