The Spring Breeze Drifts Far, The Clouds Fade Thin

Year ten of trailing after Bruce Sanchez like his little shadow. We were finally going to register our marriage. He had someone deliver me a box ticket to the Bayley Playhouse. The stub read: "Third-floor VIP suite. The best show you'll ever see. You'll regret missing it." I thought it was a surprise. When I pushed the door open, what met my eyes was lace lingerie scattered all across the floor.