Calendar Girl

Later, much later, that night, Melinda sat before a mirror at her vanity table, gathered her hair in a bun, rubbed her makeup off.

Josh came out of the bathroom, snuck up behind her, shook his wet head like a dog’s.

“Hey!” she cried, jumping as droplets of cold water fell onto her.

“Surprise!” he yelled, kissing the top of her head. “Happy anniversary and thanks for the party.”

“Thanks yourself,” she huffed in mild annoyance. “Now, go and dry yourself off.”

Josh moved back into the bathroom, came back out with a limp and sodden clump of clothing.





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