It was a black leather designer handbag.
Jon frowned. "That is a purse."
"It is a carrying bag... you shouldn't have such old fashioned stereotypical ideas, Jon. You can't keep everything in your pockets and a bookbag makes you look younger."
It seemed to make sense.
"Tell you what.. if you don't like it after our outing... I'll return it. I don't want you to have a gift you don't like."
Zoe entered. "Hi, Miss Fine...Jon. Nice bag."
"Okay.." Jon agreed.
"Jon, why don't you drive?"
