That evening, at dinner, he blew out the candles. "Darling, I've missed you so much."
She struck a match and relit the tapers.
He reached across the table, placing his hand on hers, and, again, he quenched the wicks. "And I love you even more."
Suddenly, it all made sense to her why he extinguished the flames whenever he spoke.
Liar, liar...
And, as a wearer of polyester, he couldn't take the risk.