Taking The Fifth, Anniversary Two A New Level

Known for snapping closed books, librarian Wendy Carter fantasized about a romantic engagement, with college sweetheart, permanent study partner, Randolph, passionately cuddling while discussing life's intellectual meanings.  Collecting daily take home texts, before revisiting her personal datebook, reassuring five years ago today; she committed to being Mrs. Carter.  

Planning a quick Italian culinary surprise illuminated by candles and rekindling many memories, Wendy innocently grinned stoking the mental fireplace, driving the extra mile.

"That is perfect," she pointed out carefully searching the grocery store parking lot. One hour later, the car's trunk lifted open, accepting brown paper bags filled with recipe ingredients wrote down by her mother.

Pressing the garage door opener, Wendy arrived only to see a strange bicycle blocking the reserved space. "Shoot," she expressed, reading the storage area, halting four wheels underneath her secure seating. Entering the basement, climbing stairs, armed with love, Wendy shouted out, "there still is beer in the car."

Silent response rendered, Wendy's journey continued and orchestra music painted proper mood sounds filling the scene, "Randolph, Randolph the red nose," joking stopped when the dedicated wife observed a red and white decorative overlay protecting the displayed wooden dining table fixture, conveying a French ambiance character.

"Randolph? What is this? "

"It's dinner, Mon Amour," Randolph declared, pulling a chair out noticing tomatoes spill out departing the supermarket order, "my friend suggested it."

"Friend?"

"Alberta from Calgary," Randolph informed, “she said start off our committed celebration with a fig and crostini appetizer,"

"Does it have mozzarella cheese?" Wendy inquired.  

"No, just the wooden charcuterie board, available online, perfect when slicing and dicing," Randolph answered displaying red wine, "then Coq au vin."

Grabbing the bottle, Wendy popped the cork slowly sitting down, "where are your paper cups?"

"There is a crystal glass, right there,"

"With wooden utensils," Wendy paused, "how nice, your friend Alberta, knows her stuff."

"She's good," Randolph confirmed.

Quietly the two ate, until everything was gone, "well that was interesting how you conjured all this up," Wendy complemented, "now what?"

Not saying a word, Randolph disappeared, reemerging carrying chilling servings of vacherin ice cream cake a la Francaise.

"Great temptations," Wendy enthusiastically stated.

"Alberta mentioned you would like it,"

"What else did Alberta tell you?"

"You were beautiful in the wedding dress she picked out for you,"

"I had my virtual assistant," suddenly Wendy tasted the sinful treat, not hearing the recorded tune flip sides.

Later in the evening, reflecting into the mirror, ready to unleash a devious retaliation plan, Wendy strutted into the bedroom wearing the same exact outfit she wore during their matrimony consummating activity. As the teasing domesticated lure warmed under blanket covers Randolph's eyes, wide open exclaimed, "I guess Alberta's magic really worked."

"Alberta gives sound advice," Wendy retrieved off the nightstand a borrowed media center fictional account, published centuries ago.

"What are you doing?"

"Visiting my unnamable companion, Howard Damon, we had one dance together and,"

"You got me, my dear," Randolph honestly realized his evening's love craft left the port.

"We ordered fast food delivery, using the HP sauce app," Wendy confessed, putting both Randolph and Howard to bed, well fed.