Music of Souls

When he returned home he could not believe his eyes. The drawing room had crystal cylinder vases strategically placed all around, filled with large parrot tulips of every shade. The dining room table was set with a linen tablecloth under a handmade lace cover, fine china, Waterford crystal and brass chargers. In the middle of the table sat an exquisite fall floral arrangement. He went into the kitchen where he knew he would find the culprit. "Really, Sarah? She's not the queen of England, you know."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Nope, she's more important than that." He threw up his hands in defeat and disappeared upstairs.