“Yeah?”
“Can I see it?”
“Nothing to see. Really.”
“I want to see.”
She reached for his pocket.
He grabbed her wrist.
She grabbed his elbow. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to let me see? Or am I going to have to break your arm?”
“I-uhm…”
A saxophone bellowed, and Jack turned to see Theo coming toward him, his uncle’s old Buescher 400 in hand. A jazz solo quickly morphed into his rendition of “Happy Birthday.” The crowd began to sing, and suddenly Andie was leading Jack around the bar to a big cake with forty blazing candles.
“…happy birthday, dear Ja-ack…”
Andie came close and put her lips to his ear. “Come on, Swyteck. Just let me see it.”
“Happy birthday to youuuu!”