I remember her asking me, a couple of days ago, "How much was that dress?" and I didn't answer.  An irrelevant question, I thought.

This morning I woke her early to get ready for church.  I thought she'd be excited to wear her self-chosen prize, but she told me she'd lost it.

I didn't believe the lie, but I made her look.  I thought she'd solve the mystery with some pressure.  She didn't.

After service she confessed, "I threw it away."

"Why?" I asked, trying to remain calm.

"I was mad at you.  I thought you only wanted me to look pretty so you would look good."

Maybe she was right, but I thought she liked the dress.