It was Claudia and John’s twenty-fifth anniversary and the thirty-five guests were already several drinks into the festivities at the restaurant—a black and chrome stylish place where a decorated dining room with a separate table for gifts had been reserved for the party.
Claudia wore a long beaded dress and John looked dapper in a midnight blue tuxedo and they made a handsome couple dancing to oldies the deejay played after the elegant dinner.
At some point, long, rambling toasts were made, each sillier than the next, and the last toast of the evening was made by John himself, reeling with happiness and Merlot. He said, “I have an astounding gift for my wife, you ready for this?—it’s a divorce—yes, it is, truly, since I plan to spend the next twenty-five years of my life with Astrid, Claudia’s best friend; please stand Astrid and let all the guests see you. Yes, we are officially a couple, and Claudia, you are now free—to do whatever you want, whatever that is, but I won’t be here to see it because Astrid and I will be off, in fact right now; hope to see you all at our anniversary party!”
The guests made a rush for the gift table, grabbed their boxes and packages, and ran for the door leaving Claudia alone to drink the dregs in the abandoned wine glasses and to pay for the party.