Sam's Surprise

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Sam’s Surprise

“We’ve done it!” shouted Janice, as she danced around the room.  “We can now do anything we want!”  Her husband, Sam, just stared at her, half asleep on the sofa.  He had been down at the White Horse all afternoon, watching the horseracing with his mates.  He had come home a bit worse for wear and was now thinking his wife of twenty-eight years had suddenly gone round the bend.

It was nine o’clock on a Saturday evening.  Janice called her husband into the dining room for his dinner.  Slowly, Sam got up and staggered in, to be met with the overwhelming scent of burning candles and incense sticks all around the tiny room.  It was a beautiful aroma but very sickening at the same time.

On the table was his favourite meal, medium rare steak and oven chips with lots of mushrooms and pepper sauce; the smell wafted through the air mingling with the scent of the candles.  In the middle of the table was a very large bottle of champagne.  Only two place settings were on the table, with new champagne glasses.  The way Sam was feeling, it was the last thing he wanted to drink!

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Why had his wife gone to all this trouble?  Had she a big win on the horses? Unlikely, she always said that only fools gamble on the horses, that it was a mug’s game to throw away all that hard-earned money on a silly old nag.  If Sam had asked his wife what she was up to, she would tease him all night trying to get him to guess what it was.  He knew her too well, and he was not in the mood for guessing tonight.  His hangover was starting to set in.  His tongue was feeling strange; ...

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