A Golf Surprise
My husband and I were supposed to have dinner together. He left to go to the office. When they called, I assumed he would tell them to get someone else to handle it. He had been out of town the past couple of weeks. This was supposed to be a special evening for us. It turned out to be a special evening for him and his job. Once again, he chose work over me. I finished the wine without him. It was a good vintage. I decided to get some sleep, I had an early tee time on the golf course the next morning. In the bedroom, I saw an artist’s easel with a sheet over it. I walked over to the easel, curious to see what my husband was hiding from me.
