The Bright Moon No Longer Shines on the Windowsill

Every day when Ebony came home from work, she'd bring me the iced dessert from that place on the East Side. All because I once said I liked it. She just signed up for the membership right away and prepaid three years' worth. Today she was working late, and since I happened to be passing by, I figured I'd pick it up myself. I gave the membership name and the phone number, and the clerk smiled as she confirmed it. "You'd be Mr. Fox, right?" I frowned. "Isn't there some mistake?"