Truth be told, I knew I shouldn’t have gone in the bedroom while Valerie was in the kitchen making dinner. I knew I shouldn’t have opened the box on the bed, even though I was the one who’d brought it home. It was an anniversary gift for my wife from the lingerie store downtown. What I’m trying to say is, it was hers to open or wait on opening as she chose. It really had nothing to do with me.

But then again, I guess I did have a stake in it as well. Though Valerie had received the box with pleasure and kissed me in thanks, she hadn’t been in any hurry to open the package. She’d just set it on the bed and headed to the kitchen with a smile on her face to work on the chicken dish she was preparing for us. It drove me crazy to think of the box there on the bed, unopened and neglected... Read More