Blue Fox

Gene pulled her fox-lined wrap a little closer around her shoulders, as the night air had taken on a bit of a chill.

The concert had just ended at Symphony Hall, and in the darkness of evening, the stars flickered in time to the remembered strain of a Strauss waltz the orchestra had played.

As she waited at the curb for the valet to bring her car, Gene began to unconsciously hum the lush waltz tune to herself. Soon she was floating on a cloud of blue over the Blue Danube itself, gloved hands folded at her cheek, slightly swaying to the music as her mood soared.

The she heard it.

A low “wolf whistle” cut into her periwinkle dreams. Reddening slightly, she looked up – and there, winking, was Trent Osborn, his lips still pursed in mid-whistle.

“Gene Marshall – you know you should never wear fox when there are wolves on every Hollywood corner,” he chortled.

“Shame on you, Trent,” Gene laughed. “Were you at the concert tonight?”

“Assuredly,” answered Trent. “And now I’m in need of a ride home – how’s about it?”

“Direct to your door and no farther,” replied Gene. “Remember. I’m wearing fox – and I’m smart as one, too!”

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