Valentine 3

"Honey, I've got bad news—" They both stopped.

"You go first," Miss Snark said.

EE shook his head, his sole remaining hope another minute without a red stiletto buried in his chest. "Ladies first—I insist."

Miss Snark fought back premonitions of laser vision gone wrong and started. "They remember last year."

Relieved, EE flopped down on the nearest piece of furniture—an endtable with a Swarovski koala as decoration. There was a decided "crunch," which actually doesn't lend this story as much comi...