"Happy Birthday, sweetheart," Cindy said and we lovingly embraced.
While sorting yesterdays mail, I opened a letter addressed to Cindy from Conrad, a man that lived at the end of our street.
Conrad wanted Cindy to know with his divorce finally finalized they could now run away to Canada as planned.
"I got better than Bacon for you," Cindy winked.
I smiled and handed her Conrad's letter.