He
picked up the brass tablet and stuck it under his arm. Natalie gave him a neutral look.
“Taking it for an outing? Get
some air?” she asked.
“I
guess it’s kind of silly … I mean, if I leave it in the car, the chances of it
being stolen are higher than someone breaking in here. And I can’t carry it to dinner, like some
latter-day Moses.”
“You can do whatever you like, sweetie.
I won’t laugh, no matter how weird it gets. You can wear my underwear if you want,” she
assured him with a look of complete insincerity.
(from The Voynich
Cypher by Russell Blake)
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