Jack wakes up with a hangover that would kill a brown dog. After a minute of searing agony, he manages to open his eyes, only to see a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table and, next to them, a single red rose! He sees all his clothes, freshly pressed, hanging off the chair and the whole room in perfect order. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror and notices a note on the table from his wife of twenty years: ‘Honey, breakfast is on the stove. I left early to go shopping. Love you!’ Continue reading →