Tuesday, March 04, 2008
When Harold bought his long-term partner a custom headrest, he had hoped she would be at least pleased with the thoughtfulness of the gift. He’d paid over the odds for it and had it engraved with her full name (or at least her full nom-de-plume). She had been less than ecstatic about the gift. Even the gilding had spectacularly failed to impress her, despite its soft glow against the dark granite. There is, she told him, something morally wrong with being bought a gravestone with only the end date missing. Besides, shouldn’t granite be reserved for a 90th wedding anniversary?