When James Holliwell arrived home from work, he thought that he might have walked into the wrong house. His place normally wasn’t this sparkling clean. He and his wife, Calista did their best to keep the place up, but between work and raising a family, things often fell through the cracks. Yet there he stood in the mud room, unable to find one trace of dust let alone a blob of mud.
“Honey? Are you home?” he called out to his wife.
“In the kitchen! I’ve made you your favourite dinner!”
He thought he had smelled prime rib when he first walked into the house, and did he just catch a whiff of apple pie?
“Hello darling. How was your day?” Calista asked James as he joined her at their kitchen island.
“Busy,” he said, before giving her a peck on the cheek. “It looks like yours was as well.”
“Tell me about it! I don’t even think I work this hard at the office. Come see all that I’ve done!”
It was quite the tour on which Calista took James. She had cleaned all the windows, washed the curtains and hung them back up to dry, wiped down the walls, scoured the bathrooms, dusted every nook and cranny, and scrubbed the floors.
“You did all of this in one day?” James asked, impressed.
“I went like a whirlwind. Now come and sit down and enjoy your dinner while it’s hot. I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”
As James enjoyed his favourite meal, he’d stop every now and then to look around and marvel at all that his wife had done that day.
“Looking for anything in particular?” Calista asked.
“No, I’m just taking it all in. I’ve never seen anything like it,” James said.
“And if I keep you distracted long enough, maybe you won’t see the one thing I can’t have you see: the huge dent I put into the car this morning,” Calista privately thought.
“After dinner, do want to take a bubble bath together and then go to bed early?” Calista then asked her husband.
“Absolutely! Wow, this has been quite the day.”
James had no idea.