Madeline thought she would surprise Reginald, her recently acquired boyfriend, when he came home from work. It was, after all, the eve of his birthday.
And (Dear Reader) I beg you to use your imagination. There she was, standing wrapped in gift paper in the passageway of his house (she had just been given a key) awaiting Reginald’s arrival.
The front door opened. Oops!
He’d never said his mother had a key as well.