What We Don't Know
He came home early on Friday and found his wife cleaning out
his office closet. She needed some extra space, she explained, and the office
closet was the only one with enough to spare. When questioned why she needed
it, his wife just smiled teasingly. "You don’t want to spoil the surprise
do you?" she answered with a playful expression. She locked the closet
with the old skeleton key and made him promise not to peek.
It wasn’t hard to figure out why she wanted the space. Their
anniversary was coming up on Wednesday. He was sure she was planning a big
surprise. Maybe he was better off not knowing. Still, the fact he knew
something was going on, but not what, was eating away at him. Even his next
door neighbor was acting funny and smiling at him in a knowing way, as though
he was in on her secret.
A lot of money had been withdrawn from their bank account
recently; too much for a simple gift. She was obviously going all out. Whatever
she'd bought, it was big. Maybe as big as the 50” HDTV and sound system he had
been hinting at?
Despite his urge to snoop around he kept his promise. He
didn’t peek, exactly. However, he did come up with a way around his promise.
He’d set the webcam on the office computer so it would turn on whenever there
was motion in the room. His wife worked nights on Tuesday. He would view the
video then to see what she was up to. On Tuesday evening, after his wife went
off to work, he finally sat down at the computer, excited at the prospect of
learning the forbidden knowledge his wife was keeping from him.
He played back the video and watched as his wife came into
the room followed by his neighbor. As they talked she took a large amount of
money and the closet key out of her purse and handed it to him. The man went
into the closet and his wife began to close the door. He turned up the volume
and when he heard her final words he knew that he’d made a big mistake.
"Shoot him tonight!" she instructed. "He
always works at his desk on Tuesdays when I work at the office."
He realized what day it was as he heard the click of the gun
being cocked behind him.
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