Something mysterious

"I'll tell you later," she told me. This disappointed me, because I wanted to know what the favor was.

"Why can't you tell me now?" I asked.

Mrs. Foreman gave me a mock stern look. "Because I want it to be a surprise."

I wanted to continue to press, but decided not to. Whatever the favor was, I was sure it was going to be a good one.

Later that night, I was getting ready for bed, or rather, getting ready to sleep on the couch. Not only had Danielle and her husband arrived, but Michael, the youngest, had arrived with his wife.

Normally, I slept in just my boxers, but that obviously wasn't going to be practical. As I laid down on the couch, I heard footsteps approaching the living room. I looked up. It was...