Aunt Wilhelmina gave him a pungent stare and toyed with her pearl necklace.
“I wished you’d tell me why you need to borrow the Mercedes, Aaron. I just don’t believe it’s for buying my birthday present. We’ve got four other cars in the garage. Why this one?”
“But Auntie, I can’t tell you because it’ll spoil the surprise! I won’t be gone all that long, only an hour or so.”
“I won’t have my nephew lying to me,” she said. “I’ll ask you one last time. Why do you need the keys to my Mercedes?”
Aaron made Bewitched’s sign across his nose. “Witch’s honor, Aunt Wilhelmina, I’m telling you the truth!”
She tossed the keys across the dining table to him. “Very well, then. Live with your own conscience, then.”
He darted out to the garage and into the old Mercedes – ’72 was a great year for this car. In truth, he had to get over to Daly City. The time machine had conked out on the way back from Galileo’s excommunication and he’d lost control of it on the Skyline Parkway. Only the Mercedes limousine would be able to tow it to the service station.
Nevertheless, he’d stop at the mall to get Wilhelmina some sort of gift. Ah, yes –jewelry. There was a Zales just off 280. It wasn’t Tiffany’s, but it would do.
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