“Don’t be silly!” he lashed at Mary—in their sixth argument in two months.
Dave had just washed down a triple cheese burger with a large Coke. Mary, however, had imagined wine and scampi for their anniversary dinner. But when he showed up carrying a takeout meal, she couldn’t help but cry. “You’re a selfish jerk, Dave!” She had yelled.
They fumed in silence for half hour. Before he left, “We’ll go out tomorrow,” Dave promised stroking her hair.
Exhausted, Mary retired. She turned to her bed and noticed purple roses with a note, “Scampi is fine, but you’re finer.”