My wife greeted me from the kitchen as I entered the house.
Then she said, “You’re not going to be happy with me.”
“Why?”
“I used the last of your blueberries.”
Walking in behind her, I said, “What did you say?” As she repeated herself, I held up the pint of blueberries I’d purchased on my way home.
Astonishment lit her face. “How did you know?”
“I was watching you on the house cam.”
Suspicious doubt swept her astonishment away. “The what?”
“It’s a camera installed in a wine bottle. I put it in before we went to Pittsburgh.”
“You did not.”
Laughing and walking away, I replied, “Then how did I know?”
I later caught her peering at a wine bottle. Saying nothing, she gave me a look that was loud with accusations.