Brian & Lydia

     "Brian," Lydia stammered, "There's... Something I need to tell you." Brian looked up from the Tuesday paper, crinkling it. He removed his reading specs from his face and placed them on his lap.
     "What is it, Lydia?" asked Brian. He looked lazily into her hazel-hued eyes, as if it were a chore.
     "You remember how I said I wanted to get away, to take that trip? You remember?" Lydia asked bashfully.
     Brian scratched his head, noddding, "Yeah. Yeah, I remember. What about it?"
    "Well," Lydia announced, reaching under her pillow, "I happen to have two open-dated tickets to Rome!" Lydia was now electric, dancing around the room, her nightgown floating slightly above her aged dancer's feet. She noticed Brian, who ceased to mirror her excitement. She pondered worriedly, "Well, aren't you excited?"
     "Lydia," he whispered, "Sit down."
     "What is it, Brian?" she asked, all the prior glow of joy now drained from her face. She took her place next to him on the bed.
     "My turn to share," he chuckled nervously, his voice like poison.
     "Okay,"
     Brian rubbed his eyes, he faltered, "Lydia, I'm having an affair."