It's another meal for tonight. Pasta for Mary and a steak for me in a large amount. I walked into the dining room, which I had prepared, and I served out the dish.
I lit the candles, and the soft glow transformed the dining room into an intimate sanctuary. Fresh roses were on the table, their sweet scent filling the air.
I didn't know Mary's favorite dish, but I prepared the same dish my mother loved. Carefully I pour two glasses of wine. I know she won't drink but fine. Then I had the jazz instrumental playing softly in the background.
This is much I can do for a lady I will be breaking tonight. I told myself as I stepped back to appreciate my work. She will like it. I am sure. Gently, I covered them all up for later and walked slowly toward Kree's room. I have left my pet alone for
