Dean was still in the shower when Bela snuck out to the Impala. Using his keys, she opened the door and laid a cassette tape in the player, leaving it halfway out so he would see it. She laid a note on the seat near the steering wheel - she knew he wasn't exactly a Carly Simon fan, but he could put up with it for four minutes. It said all the things she wasn't the sort to say, but he needed to hear anyway. She'd enclosed the lyrics.
Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, you're the best
I wasn't lookin' but somehow you found me It tried to hide from your love light But like heaven above me The spy who loved me Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight
And nobody does it better Though sometimes I wish someone could Nobody does it quite the way you do Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me Whenever you hold me There's some kind of magic inside you That keeps me from runnin' But just keep it comin' How'd you learn to do the things you do?
Oh, and nobody does it better Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, you're the best
- Happy wedding anniversary, husband. I love you. B