Deception

It was a less-than-happy Lovers' Day. I'd never seen the like in all my life. So, while the cat's away, the mice will play, for someone sent a present to my wife! I'd stayed late at the office (after all, we had the Prenton contract to complete). I hadn't found the time to text, or call. We'd made no firm arrangements where to eat. It was a cake. "I Love You", looped in pink. I felt like I was living out some song by Kenny Rogers. What else could I think? Conclusions that are jumped to, can be wrong. Yes, I'd deceived myself, for it was she who'd bought the cake, and cut it - just for me!