Myra looked at George. "Y-yes," she said. "But please stop holding on
to his arm like that. If George says you take all those things back
where they belong, then you'd better do it. I--I think George knows
best."
"He does," Arl assured his wife.
"You shut up, Arl. I'll attend to you later." Narka made no move
to release George's arm. She leaned closer to him and stood on her
tiptoes. Then she kissed him. George liked it--he liked it a lot. This
Narka was quite a girl, even if she was a crook.
"Now, George," she said, "send us back."
"No." George pulled his arm away, and Narka was leaning over so far
that she almost fell.
"Hah," Myra said.
Narka smiled. "Arl," she said, "pick up the jewelry, and we'll get
started."
"How can we get started if George won't send us back?"
"Just be quiet and pick up the jewelry."
* * * * *
Obediently, Arl went about the room, gathering the treasures in his
arms. It took a few minutes, and George stood by patiently, smiling.
Finally, arms full, Arl nodded to his wife. "That's all, dear."