Gemotions

The list was found in a dusty old cigar box. "Take a cooking class," it read, in Arthur's surprisingly neat hand. "Go to a baseball game. Brew beer. Buy a classic car." Margaret felt a sudden surge of heat bloom in her chest. A classic car, she thought. He always talked about wanting one.

*His*, she thought, his and hers. She had always wanted a car. She knew she deserved it, and she'd use it and have a wonderful time.

A smirk stretched across her face, and she began to think about colours and models.