The woman was so chatty that she continued past her thirty minutes. Glancing at
her watch, she let out a squeak. “Eek, I am going to be late. I guess my boyfriend will just have to shower with me today.”
Forcing a giggle, I said, “I bet he’ll hate that.”
Instead of her getting ready, she grabbed her bag and hustled towards the door.
“See you tomorrow, Ginger,” I called after her.
That evening, when Jeremy came home, I made a fantastic meal. A green salad
with colorful veggies and a balsamic drizzle. His favorite pasta dish, with homemade breadsticks.
“Babe, you outdid yourself,” Jeremy crowed as he filled himself. “You’re too
good to me.”
“I hope you saved room for dessert. I made you something special.”
He beamed when I carried out the desserts. I made two personal chocolate soufflés. One with a special chocolate that was used to help with constipation, and one made from fine chocolate. One had a raspberry sauce. One had a cherry
drizzle. Yes, like the one I shared with Jack. Guess which one I gave Jeremy.
Jeremy devoured his dessert before I finished mine. I savored each bite of the
chocolate cherry flavor, knowing he would soon be extremely uncomfortable.
When his stomach grumbled loudly, I forced myself not to smile.
“Did you have a nice day at work? I found the most amazing recipe I know
will be perfect for our next dinner party. I was thinking for the amuse-bouche we
could have an ahi tuna tartar, or Mrs. Carlson described a recipe she had in Paris.
It was candied salmon with yogurt…”
My words ended as Jeremy jumped up and sprinted down the hallway.
Snickering, I slowly savored my dessert. Done, I picked up the dinner dishes.
After everything was cleaned up, I forced myself to check on him. That is what a
good wife would do, right?
“Honey, are you okay?” I asked through the bathroom door.
“I’m just a bit sick,” he called. His voice was weak.
“I brought you some electrolytes. Can I come in?”
“No, I’ll be out soon,” he groaned. I was thankful he was so vain.
“Ok, love,” I said, “I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
Changing into comfy pajamas, I climbed into bed and turned on the news.
The thought that maybe I had really hurt him came to mind moments before he
came out of the bathroom. Jeremy was pale, but the smell of his bath soap wafted towards me. Suppressing a giggle, I ran over to him.
“My poor angel,” I cooed. “You must have caught the horrible bug that is going around. Lucky for you, everyone I know has recovered the next day.”
Handing him the electrolyte water, he took a long, slow drink, and then handed it back to me. Stumbling to bed, he climbed under the covers. I slipped in behind him and wrapped my arms around him.
“Just sleep, love. It will all soon be over,” I said, stroking his hair.
He began to gently snore, so I moved away and took his phone. Carefully using his index finger to unlock the phone, I smiled as I saw messages from Ginger.
Ginger: Babe. Where are you?
Ginger: Baby, I am worried. You always call me before bed!
Ginger: :( You’re just being mean now.
Ginger: Fine. You’re missing this.
Attached to the last message, Ginger had taken a selfie of herself naked, sitting on the edge of a hot tub. Does she have no pride? I locked up the phone
