Jorge was in a quandary. It was his twenty-fifth birthday. He was at work and twenty-five red roses arrived for him. But were they from his girlfriend or his wife?
If he thanked his wife for them, and they were from his girlfriend, then he’d be in deep strife. If they were from his wife and he didn’t thank her, he’d be in equal strife.
It’s a complicated business having an affair. In the end, he thanked his wife for them. She said they weren’t from her. He said, then who the hell sent them to me and why?
Jorge hurriedly sent a text to his girlfriend to thank her, and arranged to meet up with her later to thank her in a special way.