It wasn’t the first time she wanted to take one home. They always stood so nicely behind the chair, discussing the basics, her history, likes and dislikes. Then when the ice broke they dove in, lifting it by the handful, saying how rich and thick it was, and such a lovely silver. And they all said it matched her blue eyes, though one used the term “brought out.” Her hair brought out her eyes. All that attention warmed her heart.