that evening at home

When you got home from work, Lisa had already set the table. There even was a candle in the middle.
"Hey, " you say, "what a nice surprise."
"yes John, i figured after my few days away, we could have some proper dinnertime together. Better than pizza right!"
You smile. Even though you like pizza.

"Did you call Mike?" you ask. Your wife and him go way back.
"Hmm. No why?"
"What? He had a heart attack, I texted you!"
"Oh my god!" Lisa exclaimed, "Oh fuck, I've misplaced my phone today, i think its somewhere in the office. I must have left it in the desk when I went to meetings and I completely forgot when I went home early to surprise you with this dinner."
"Christ. I could never forget my phone." You think. "Are you sure it's not stolen? or something"
"Nah. I was so busy and i am sure I had it this morning in the office."
"I could just use the locatephone app and see where it is, honey. Just to be sure."
"No." Lisa says calmly, "that's alright. Forget about the phone. Tell me about Mike.

"I think he some light heart attack. Well, not exactly light, because he was brought to the hospital and apparently they keep him there for observation until at least tomorrow. But he was ok. Someone had called the hospital or maybe Mike called someone in the office."
"Oh my. Jesus. An heart attack, he is so athletic.{if sub==1}Not a couch patato like you.{endif}Who would have thought?"
"Maybe he couldn't keep up with the single life?" you blurt out quite inappropriately.
"What do you mean?"
"Well on monday, he told us he was seeing twentysomething model."
"What. He's almost 50 already. That's ... but anyway a heart attack... I will call him after dinner."
"Your phone, you don't have your phone."
"Nah, silly, I will use your phone."
You finish your dinner.