The closet was a big one， and dark. A lot of Janet's things were still hanging there. I got down on my knees and felt around in a dark corner way at the back. My hands rubbed against a heavy box. I lifted the top of the box and looked inside， I was not prepared for what I saw. It was the best-looking set of golf clubs I had ever seen， better than the ones I had chosen. There was also a golf bag， a dozen balls and a pair of golf shoes. The box was marked. It came from Martel's Department Store. It was then that I remembered our wedding anniversary would be Tuesday. All this for me. There was nothing for Janet. Janet， with her love for surprises and her unselfish love for me. How crazy I had been！ Janet was right. I was a poor， stupid fool！ There was only one thing to do now， I thought. Go crawling and begging for her to return. And I was man enough to do it. And tomorrow I'd do something else. I would hide a mink scarf in my closet.
我坐在客廳的書桌旁，伸展著雙腿，忽然看到一封信，便拾起來打開看。信是馬特爾商場寄來的帳單，看到賬款金額時，我大吃一驚：175美元！這一定弄錯了，我和珍妮特從不這樣大手大腳地花錢，更何況，我們計劃買房子，正一分一厘地籌集第一筆房款。我又看了一下金額，應該是17美元50美分，他們多加了一個零，又把小數點打錯了位置。我用手幹搓了一下臉，鎮定下來。我抬起頭，從客廳向那邊的臥室望去，看見珍妮特正蜷在被子裏看雜誌。每次，我工作到深夜時，經常見她這樣躺著。對我來說，這就是一切。珍妮特是我的妻子，我的伴侶，我們有一個宏偉的未來規劃。
“珍妮特，”我對她喊道，“我想，一定是馬特爾百貨商場弄錯了，他們寄給我們一張175美元的賬單，一定是17美元50美分。明天，你能給他們打個電話嗎？這樣我好寄支票過去。”珍妮特沒有回答。“珍妮特，”我又叫道，“你聽見了嗎？我說馬特爾商場搞錯了。”她慢慢放下雜誌，把它抱在胸前，我感覺她在強裝鎮定。“我不想讓你看見這張賬單，”她慢慢說道，“我以為我把它從那些信裏抽出來，藏好了。”