"Cheri," said a man's voice from the living room. "I'm so glad you come to see me."
"You know I always come to see you," said the Bone.
"Come here. I have some presents for you."
The Bone checked himself in the mirror in the marble foyer, then went into the living room. A middle-aged man was sitting on the couch, sipping tea, tapping his Italian-slippered foot against the coffee table.
"Come to me. Let me see you. See how you've aged in the past two months. No sun damage from our time in the Aegean?"
"You haven't aged at all," said the Bone. "You always look young. What's your secret?"
"That wonderful face cream you gave me," said the man. "What was it again?"
"Kiehl's." The Bone sat on the edge of a bergere.
"You must bring me some more," the man said. "Do you still have the watch?"
"The watch?" the Bone said. "Oh, I gave that to some homeless man. He kept asking me what time it was, so I figured he needed it."
"Oh! You're so naughty," the man said. "Teasing me hke that."
"Would I ever give away anything you gave me?"
"No," the man said. "Now look at what I brought you. Cashmere sweaters in every color. You'll try them on?" "As long as I get to keep all of them," the Bone said.