“Meet me at our place. We need to talk.”
Everything was ready: dinner, candlelight, flowers, and a
present.
She smiled when he arrived.
“Happy anniversary darling.”
He was confused. “Anniversary?”
“You know, of our separation. Open your present.”
He opened the box on his plate. A soft pop was followed by a small puff of smoke.
He looked up in surprise then fell forward. His face landed
in the mashed potatoes.
She picked up her cell phone. “Sweetheart, please let Father O’Malley know we’ll be able to have the wedding at St. Mary’s after all.”
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