Flowers from my sweetie…

Last week, King came to Grand Rapids.  I asked him to call me when he was about an hour away so I could make some dinner for us.  He made the call and an hour and 20 minutes later, I was trying to keep my apple chutney from being completely sucked of moisture and wondering where he was.  I called him and he sounded a bit nervous.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh yeah…I’m almost there.”

I detected in his voice that he wasn’t telling me the whole story. King is a brutally honest one, and it’s very easy to detect a hint of untruthfulness in his voice.  In my naughtiness, I prodded further, knowing that he perhaps was caught in the act of trying to surprise me.

“So, are you on the highway? Where are you?”

“Uh…yeah…I’ll be there soon.”

He showed up with a lovely bunch of white roses for me and some spring rolls from the Thai place nearby.

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