The Anniversary
Adam D SipperlyJoey and Samantha sat on the couch both stuffed from dinner. Joey was draped over the left armrest while Samantha sat on the other end with her legs tucked beneath her. The coffee table in front of them had both of their empty plates and a nearly empty bottle of champagne. The smell of rosemary and butter still hung in the air and slow jazz was playing from the smart speaker.
“Hmpf.” Joey stood and began to clean up.
“Don’t worry about that right now,” Samantha said with exasperation, “let’s just sit for a while.”
He gave her a strange look but placed the dishes back on the table.
“We should open gifts.” She locked eyes as he sat down.
“Oh!”
He jumped back up and hurried from the room. He returned with a package no larger than a shoebox wrapped in left
