"Mom I remember years ago... before Dad left us, how you complained that he never bought you anything sexy. That it made you feel... you know not so desirable as a woman. And I guess I just remembered that and when I seen that on display at the mall... "

He pauses, trying to gauge her reaction. She has a half bemused smile on her face listening to his story. "And I remembered pink was your favorite color I thought... I don't know what the hell."

"Jimmy don't lie to me... not tonight. I think this night is shaping up to be very, very special but only if you can...