PAUSE.

‘I’ve baked him a special meal.’
(Gush). ‘He’s never been too old for mashed potatoes.
The soufflé looks just done.
A twist of chocolate. Yes! It’s perfect!’

The bed lay strewn with flowers.
Scented candles.
Bubbly on ice.
…Blue lace.
‘(He said nothing looked better.)’

She catches a glimpse in the mirror.
‘…I hope I don’t look over done.’

It’s past 6 now.
‘He should be home soon…’

But suddenly an eerie darkness sets in.
‘… It’s summer for Godsake!’

He’s late. ‘Again…’
10 years too late.
And yet every detail is an etched memory.

A car engine rumbles in the distance.
‘I better Go!
That must be him.’

Pause.

‘…I hope I don’t look over done.’