Charlie wasn't done. "Look in the backseat, Jen." She turned her head, to the center row of seats, filled up with cardboard boxes.
Jenny only got one thing in cardboad boxes. She squealed as Charlie turned on the light and got out of the car, opening the back passenger door.
"Bibles!" she squealed. Charlie'd gotten the classic New Testaments she used as the backbone of every handout, the Spanish-language Biblias she got off the internet, and the coveted Children's Bibles her recipients adored. "I got Kid Bibles!" She danced around happily. "Yo tengo Espanol!" She bounced up and down, as excited as a child at Christmas.
Charlie smiled at his wife; he'd missed her enthusiasm. Jenny invested herself into everything she did, caring more than the average person. It was clear he'd gotten her the perfect gift. "I can take them back and get you some jewelry, if you'd like?" Jenny playfully slapped him and went back to counting cases.
Charlie cleared his throat and she looked at him, concerned. "This isn't it." She gaped. "I'm going to keep you in Bibles. God's blessed me; I need to share that with others - through you." Jenny nodded soberly.
"I hope you know what you're in for." They grinned at each other in the parking lot, June bugs flying around the streetlight and hitting the ground around them. The air was moist and humid, the stars hidden behind a blanket of thick and puffy clouds. Charlie offered her his arm and she shut the doors, taking his arm.
"Let's go gas up my pimp-mobile."
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