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.
我坐在客厅的书桌旁，伸展着双腿，忽然看到一封信，便拾起来打开看。信是马特尔商场寄来的帐单，看到账款金额时，我大吃一惊：175美元！这一定弄错了，我和珍妮特从不这样大手大脚地花钱，更何况，我们计划买房子，正一分一厘地筹集第一笔房款。我又看了一下金额，应该是17美元50美分，他们多加了一个零，又把小数点打错了位置。我用手干搓了一下脸，镇定下来。我抬起头，从客厅向那边的卧室望去，看见珍妮特正蜷在被子里看杂志。每次，我工作到深夜时，经常见她这样躺着。对我来说，这就是一切。珍妮特是我的妻子，我的伴侣，我们有一个宏伟的未来规划。
“珍妮特，”我对她喊道，“我想，一定是马特尔百货商场弄错了，他们寄给我们一张175美元的账单，一定是17美元50美分。明天，你能给他们打个电话吗？这样我好寄支票过去。”珍妮特没有回答。“珍妮特，”我又叫道，“你听见了吗？我说马特尔商场搞错了。”她慢慢放下杂志，把它抱在胸前，我感觉她在强装镇定。“我不想让你看见这张账单，”她慢慢说道，“我以为我把它从那些信里抽出来，藏好了。”