Day 37

I will always be their for you. All my love, Frank

Delia read the note on the card, smiled, and thanked her husband. She then unwrapped the present, which was a gift certificate to a spa. She smiled again and gave him a kiss before heading into the kitchen. It was a thoughtful gift. Though she knew she would never use it—he should have understood by now that she didn’t like the idea of strangers touching her—she believed his heart was in the right place. She gave him credit for a good idea as she began to place the dinner dishes into the dishwasher.

And it was only a simple misspelling. The fact that she cherished books and language meant that she held proper grammar in a higher regard than others. Perhaps it was too high. She couldn’t expect everyone to keep to the same standard. Of course he had written the card—and bought the gift—in an attempt to rekindle their marriage, so it would seem that he should put extra effort into such details. But, no matter. She had known for a long time that this was not his strong suit. Would it be right to fault him now for something she had overlooked during their five-year marriage?

Frank entered the kitchen with dirty plates and stacked them beside the sink. Delia rinsed them and placed them into the dishwasher. As she finished wiping down the counter, she could hear him step closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist and attempted to kiss her neck, but she pulled away.

"Frank," she said. "We need to talk about the card."