The Importance of Happiness

There was nothing fresh in the fridge. He must have locked her in there by mistake that morning, before he left for work. In the sitting room he took his shoes off and picked up the remote,. sifted through the channels. There was little of interest on a rerun of the Wimbledon final. She'd stopped making dinner most evenings except for the big green salad with vinaigrette, dressing that she usually made. That had been her big thing since the first of April. So she wouldn't fit so snugly into the little vintage dress she'd found, a white lacy dress with pearls stitched onto the bodice. And then, this time last month,