A Dozen Roses
Copyright 2012 Timothy Paterson
Nikki sensed that something was wrong. Roger seemed distracted, as if his mind was elsewhere. She snuggled up close to her boyfriend. “Thanks again for the necklace, Roger,” she said. “I just love it.”
They sat there in silence for a while longer, before Nikki spoke again. “What’s wrong, Roger?” she asked. “You seem upset about something.”
“I wanted this to be the perfect Christmas,” replied
“And, it has been,” said Nikki.
“You won’t think so, when I tell you the bad news,” said Roger. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you this, but there is no way to say it without you getting upset, so here goes; “Remember, when I told you that TeleCom was expanding the company into Europe? Well, Mr. Bradley is sending me to London to help iron out some technical problems.”
“When do you have to, leave?” asked Nikki.
“I leave tomorrow,” said Roger, “and I won’t be back until the sixth of January.”
“So, you won’t be here for my birthday?” asked Nikki. She tried to say it casually, as if it did not really bother her, but Roger could tell that she was upset by the news.