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pushed open the kitchen door and saw Trevor’s head leaned back with his eyes closed. He reminded her of a cat she’d had when she was little. She delicately walked over and kissed him softly on the lips. He opened his eyes and sighed happily, the human equivalent of purring.
    â€œIt’s a huge party, a lot of important people come and usually there’s a theme. This year is famous couples.”
    â€œDo you want to go?”
    â€œOnly if you do, but we need to figure out a couple to go as.” Sarah went back into the kitchen to take more cookies out of the oven. Trevor followed her. Sarah asked.
    â€œSpeaking of work, aren’t you late for your shift?”
    â€œNo, I have the day off. One of the guys wanted extra hours.” Trevor reached out to grab a cookie and Sarah smacked his hand.
    â€œAbuse!” Trevor shouted.
    â€œNo cookies for you. Not until we figure out our costumes.”
    â€œMiss Piggy and Kermit the Frog,” Trevor reached for another cookie.
    Sarah smacked his hand harder and said, “No cookies at all after saying that.”
    â€œTwo months ago you would have let me have a cookie.” Trevor pouted.
    â€œThat look won’t work on me, Robin Hood.” Sarah scooped raw dough out of the bowl and plopped it onto the pan.
    Trevor laughed. “I’m not wearing a ridiculous hat with a feather, dress, and green tights.”
    â€œYou were thinking about being a green frog.”
    â€œYou’re right.” Trevor quickly grabbed a cookie and licked it.
    â€œYou did not just do that!” Sarah’s dark eyes opened as wide as they would go. She dropped the spoon in her hand.
    â€œMe hungry.” Trevor went to eat the cookie. Sarah grabbed it and ran around the counter.
    â€œI will not dress up as Jane … Tarzan.”
    â€œOh shoot, you could pull off a strip of fur really well.” “No, I’m wearing clothes to this party. Romeo and Juliet, or Scarlet O’Hara and Rhett Butler.”
    â€œNo, and over my dead body. Now give me that cookie!” Trevor darted around the corner and Sarah ran screeching out of the kitchen. She jumped the couch and turned to face her boyfriend.
    â€œAn angel and devil, we fit that perfectly.” Trevor walked leisurely into the room.
    â€œOnly if I’m the devil.” Sarah took a huge bite out of the cookie. Trevor’s jaw dropped.
    â€œDr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” Trevor said, “but then what would I go as?”
    Sarah laughed and covered her mouth so she wouldn’t spit chunks of cookie onto the floor. Trevor jumped the couch before she could get away.
    â€œTrevor!” Sarah pleaded. Trevor sat on top of her and tickled her ribs.
    â€œI bet you’re rethinking Jane and Tarzan aren’t you?” He paused.
    â€œNever,” Sarah defiantly replied. Trevor grabbed her sides and wiggled his fingers; she laughed uncontrollably and tried to push his hands away.
    â€œAre you sure about Jane and Tarzan?” Trevor had stopped the torture session.
    â€œYes, but I have a brilliant idea.”
    â€œYou came up with an idea while squirming around laughing?” Trevor questioned.
    â€œYes, I am a female, I can multitask.” She wiggled away from his reach.
    â€œSo what was this idea, oh brilliant one.” Trevor began bowing to her.
    â€œCan you do that every day?” she pointed at him. Trevor let out a sarcastic chuckle to inform Sarah he wouldn’t be doing it again.
    â€œMy idea was Fred and Ginger.”
    â€œWho is that?” Trevor vaguely recognized the names. He crawled back onto the couch.
    â€œThey were a very famous dance couple back in the twentieth century. I had a teacher once that said they were the most elegant couple in history, that they just oozed romance when dancing together. Of course, they weren’t a couple but my dance teacher, being the hopeless romantic she was, thought their dancing made