They arrive back at David’s home and unload the truck …The large chest is now sitting in the middle of the living room.
David takes off his jacket to hang it up . A keen eye, at this point, might have just discerned an outline of bra strap beneath his shirt.
Debbie doesn’t notice this as she is closely examining the chest and the gold hinges and clasps.
David asks, “Is it locked? Did they even give us a key with the thing?”
Debbie shrugged as she pulls on the clasp. David notices the quality of the clasps and hinges … they are solid gold. All the stones are real gems worth untold millions.
David asks in confusion, “How the hell is this not worth a million or more of anyone’s money?”
Debbie nods and says, “I think you got a much better bargain than you thought.”
David quips, “There’s probably a bomb inside it … ya know, latest Al-Qaeda plot: sabotaging antique fairs.”
Debbie giggles and says, “Silly … maybe anthrax perhaps??”
They both laugh.