壁橱里的秘密
The 175-dollar Bill
佚名 / Anonymous
I stretched my legs under the living-room desk， picked up a letter and cut it open. It came from Martel's Department Store. I was shocked when I saw the amount we owed them： 175 dollars！ It was a mistake， of course. Janet and I had not spent that kind of money， certainly not with the way we had been counting every penny and saving for the first payment on the house we planned to buy. I looked at the amount again. Of course， they had meant 17 dollars 50 cents. They had added an extra zero， and misplaced the decimal point. I rubbed my hand across my face. The shock was gone. I looked up across the living room into the bedroom beyond. I saw Janet curled up under the covers reading a magazine. I often looked at her lying that way， as I sat working late at night. To me it represented every thing. Janet was my wife， my partner. We had great plans ahead.