The Candlestick Maker

A short, old women entered my shop and asked for indigo candles. I did have indigo candles, but there had only been three left, and I had reserved them for my wife’s birthday. The woman said, “I understand what you mean, and I hope you live a long, happy marriage; I will take four bishop candles instead for your sake. I’m sure indigo is her favourite.” I smiled at her, exchanged her money for the bishop candles, and she was on her way. Then, I wondered if my wife actually fancied indigo candles.