Gazing into the locket his dusty lips curl

"What's in that locket, love?"

He hands over the trinket on a tray of After Eights

"Check for yourself dear"

Tears tumble from her eyeballs and snail down her cheeks onto her buxom chest where they sit and glisten

"It's beautiful love!" she passes the locket back withholding two After Eights for herself

He was thrilled she didn't understand mirrors and hid the rest of his After Eights under a cushion