A Bittersweet Gift

A woman approaches me at the novelty store where I work.

Customer: “I’m looking for a gift for my friend who’s getting married over the holidays.”

Me: “Something for the couple?”

Customer: “No just for her. I hate him.”

Me: “I… uh… appreciate the honesty! Maybe tell me about them?”

She explains some things and I learn that the groom-to-be is diabetic.

She got them a chocolate fountain.