Invitation to the Party
Thomas fretted. He shouldn't fret, he told himself, but he did. The course of his fretting was his wife Suzanne. In the five years of the marriage he had no need to fret, or to worry. It was more troubling therefore to fret now. Not that his wife had not been anything less than the perfect wife. Loving, caring, understanding and supportive. Scarcely an ill word had passed between them in five years. She was as lovely now as she was when they had met seven years earlier. Her skin was...