ut　around　her　face　in

a　way　she　imagined　must　have　been　irresistible。　？Sometimes　I　pretend　I？m　living　in　those　times；？

she　told　Owen　dreamily。　？It　just　seems　so　much　more　sophisticated；　you　know？　No　one　wears

jeans；　everyone　is　so　polite；　and　all　the　women　have　the　best　hair…styles。？

？Yeah；　but　there　was　a　war。　A　big　one；？　Owen　reminded　her。　He　wiped　his　mouth　on　a　white

linen　napkin　and　settled　back　against　the　pillows　beside　her。

？So？？　Blair　insisted。　？It　was　still　better。？

Owen　reached　for　her　hand　and　Blair　shifted　her　gaze　away　from　the　TV　to　study　his

profile。　？You　know　you　look　exactly　like　Cary　Grant？？　she　whispered。

？You　think？？　Owen　turned　his　head　to　look　at　her；　his　blue　eyes　smoldering　sexily。

？I　cut　my　hair　to　look　like　Audrey　Hepburn；？　Blair　admitted。　She　turned　on　her　side　and　rested

her　head　against　his　manly　chest　in　its　crisp　white　shirt。　？We　could　be　Audrey　and　Cary。？

Owen　kissed　her　hair　and　squeezed　her　hand　gently。　？Here？s　looking　at　you；　kid；？　he　murmured。

With　his　free　hand　he　began　to　rub　her　back　and　Blair　could　feel　his　gold　wedding　band　knock

against　the　bumps　in　her　spine。

Outside　the　snow　was　falling　harder　than　ever。　Blair　watched　it　fall；　unable　to　relax。　It　was　sort　of

impossible　not　to　think　about　Owen？s　genius　astronaut　wife；　sitting　home　alone　as　she　wrote　out

impossible　astronomical　equations　on　a　blackboard；　all　the　while　wondering　about　her　husband。

Even　if　Blair　and　Owen　did　look　exactly　like　Audrey　Hepburn　and　Cary　Grant；　Blair　was　pretty

sure　the　nice　girls　Audrey　played　didn？t　lose　their　virginities　in　hotel　rooms　with　married　older

men；　no　matter　how　deep　the　snow　got。　Why　not　end　the　fil