Faith examined the diamonds closely as she held the necklace around her neck and admired them in the mirror.
"I can assure you Mrs. Roberts that you're getting the finest quality diamonds with this piece. It looks amazingly beautiful around your neck. May I snap the clasp for you so you can take a better look?"
"No. That will be quite alright Mr. Franklin. How much did you say it was?"
"It's seventy five thousand dollars, Mrs. Roberts."
Faith didn't even flinch as she heard the cost.
"I'll take it, Mr. Franklin."
Mr. Franklin smiled as he closed the case the necklace had been sitting in and said.
"I'll have this wrapped up for you. Should I have this put on Mr. Roberts account?"
"Yes. Please do that for me thank you."
Faith paced the floor while she waited for her necklace. Her cell phone rang. She dug in her purse until she found it.
"How is my little muffin doing? Have you got all your shopping done yet?"
"Hello darling. I'm waiting for the man right now. He's packaging the necklace I bought right now."
"Drive carefully and I'll see you when you get home."
Faith pressed the brake pedal on her Jaguar and saw a policeman directing traffic off the expressway ramp.
"Dam it, why does this shit always happen when I'm in a hurry?"
She was stuck in stopped traffic for thirty minutes waiting for people to maneuver around the intersection. She finally got fed up and made right turn and got out of that jamb.
This was her old neighborhood and she knew how to get around all that traffic. She turned down the boulevard, her old street. It had been years since she last came down this way, five to be exact. It was coming into view. She slowed down when she got close enough to see the yard and the front door. It brought back a lot of memories watching her daughter play on that grass when she was little.
Mark had sold the place shortly after their divorce and moved to Tampa with his new bride. The trees had grown so much taller and there was a new fence around the back yard. Faith pulled the Jaguar forward and put it in park along the curb and just starred as it brought back so many memories.
Faith practically jumped out of her seat as someone taped on the driver's side window. She looked up and saw a blonde haired man smiling at her as she rolled down the window.
"Can I help you find something?"
"I'm sorry. I just stopped by for a moment. That used to be my house over there and I was just reminiscing."
"That's actually my house. I just moved in about six months ago. Did you saw you used to live there?"
Faith smiled admiring his huge muscular arms. "Yes, but it's been about five years ago so I suppose everything has changed now."
"If you have a minute I'd be glad to show you around if you would like to come inside."
"I wouldn't want to put you to all that trouble, Mr....."
He stuck his hand inside the window saying. "It's Steven, Steven Mills...and you are?"
"Mrs. Roberts but you can call me Faith."
Steven kept smiling at her waiting for her to make up her mind. She finally smiled and started to get out of the car.
"I guess I'll take you up on that tour."
He was tall and built like a weight lifter. He was starring at her boobs as she got out of the car. Faith always wore low cut tops and was wearing tight white shorts and had on her heels which enhanced her tanned legs.
"You must work out at the gym everyday?"
