Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
Vincent accepted the card, almost dumbfounded, and looked at it. He saw that she had, indeed, written that on the back, alongside her signature. He could only stare at it at first, before looking at her.
"D... Desiree?" he stammered.
"Wait..." he muttered. "Wait, wait, wait..." he said.
"Hold on, you have a position of authority at Mariana's?" he asked. "And quite a hefty one, at that?" he asked further.
"But... how... I mean..." he then stuttered, before taking a small breath, and letting it out slowly.
"I assume this has to do with your sudden uptick in fortune?" he asked, more calm now.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.