Guermo's surprise
Liz was just about finished wrapping up the final details for the
surprise party she was planning for her husband. She had
been meticulously preparing for this event, designing every aspect
of the party from the invitations to the food, and she was very excited
about it.
Family members whom Guermo hadn’t seen in years were flying in from Peru in
a few days. Liz had tracked down several college friends, and they were coming
from various places across the country. The caterer and band were set.
The best part for Liz: she knew Guermo did not have a clue about the party. She
could not wait to see the look on his face when he walked into a big “Surprise!” in
his own home.
The party was to be on Saturday. As Liz was daydreaming about picking
relatives up at the airport the next day and taking them to their hotel, Guermo
walked into the kitchen and said, quite certainly, “Sweetheart, I don’t want
anything special done for my birthday.”
“What do you mean?” Liz responded nonchalantly, though her heart began to
pound.
“I mean that I don’t want a surprise party.”
“Okay,” Liz said with a shrug. “Not a problem.”